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

We were later to discover also that cunnilingus was another effective method for her to ejaculate when she climaxed. I was always a willing volunteer and Janice and I would joke together as we raced each other for this duty. However, you had to be wary of her explosive cum and clear actions stations prior to her ejaculation. I was hit in the face and forehead many times for being tardy and overly keen to continue my lip smacking duties on her pretty cunt.

It seemed that my empathy for female orgasms with my intimate colleagues hadn’t gone unappreciated. One afternoon, during one of our ‘lazy’ fucking sessions, Janice divulged that she and the others had been discussing the idea of ‘teaching’ their ‘little brother’ some extra skills. They enjoyed their bisexual pleasures and had appreciated my restrained and compassionate input of my cock into this pussy tryst. It seemed my father’s words to ‘respect women’ was about to pay dividends in ways he had never envisaged.

Thanks to my practiced restraint in my naked lessons within the college and the initial techniques Janice had taught me, I was developing an ability to hold my orgasms till my partner(s) seemed satisfied. I got the sense from her tone that this was a ‘kinky’ fun challenge for them. In the process they’d improve my fucking skills for their pleasure and also educate their young male protégé in the wondrous ways of female sexuality.

I could sense a more advanced course than that offered by Toni a few years earlier at Woodlands was about to commence. I was about to begin an ‘honours’ program called Females 201!

Of course I agreed to their delightful invitation – what man wouldn’t enjoy being taught ‘secret women’s business’ in a highly intimate classroom with four beautiful, sexually avaricious women.

My lessons began immediately.

The initial topic was devoted entirely to controlling my ejaculation. I sat naked on the couch while my four naked ‘big sisters’ each manually delighted my manhood. We all laughed and joked about the physical reactions of my cock and balls to their touch and it seemed that my ‘bits’ were like putty in their creative hands as they played and teased each sensitive inch. Janice held both my balls in the palm of her hand and as she felt the pressure building within them she’d give Rose the signal to squeeze the base of my cock. As I knew would happen, I instantly felt the desire to blow dissipate. Silvia continued to slowly massage the ultra-sensitive hood of my cock and I had the weird sensation of wanting to cum but couldn’t.

Margaret, realising my cultured appreciation of her cunt would kneel on the arms of the chair and press her cunt into my face. I’d eagerly lick every inch of her perfect pussy as the other three tantalized me ‘down south’.

There was much good-natured banter and laughter amongst us all, with various sledging comments on my state of arousal and the effectiveness of their own techniques on my manhood. This nonchalant atmosphere in the room aided in my learning to maintain my control.

After a series of short breaks for a drink the stimulation would begin again. With continued applications of this technique by my four ‘white witches’ I began to gain the sense of how to control my physical need to cum by myself. My memories of reading Macbeth as a schoolboy and the passage describing the witches, “bubble, bubble, toil and trouble!” flashed before me. Here my cock and balls was the cauldron for my four ‘white witch bitches’. There was tense trouble brewing and I knew where the juices from the cauldron of my balls would eventually end – inside the juicy, hungry cunts of one or more of my gorgeous wanton witches.

I wasn’t mistaken! Janice jumped me first! It was obvious all four of my pussy pals were as excited as I was. I could see their juices oozing from their cunts and dribbling down their thighs. Janice humped me as I sat on the couch and she came with a scream that made everyone laugh. Rose gradually edged Janice off and pushed me prone along the length of the couch. She had one leg on the floor and the other knee on the couch and humped me a dozen or more times then came with a gush of hot ooze that flowed down over my cock and onto my aching balls.

I was getting to a point where I was about to explode and didn’t think I could hold on much longer and said so.

Silvia and Margaret had moved to frigging themselves in chairs facing us and Silvia then came in a gush of spray all over us. Janice, Rose and I looked at each other and with an exchange of playful, cheeky smiles all took up positions around Silvia and Margaret and continued to tease their cunts as they each came over and over again, in gushes of hot spray.

As part of general housekeeping, we always had a plentiful supply of towels over the floor and furniture just for this very expediency. We each took it in turns to do the washing after each day’s activities.

The pressure in my balls had eased a little while attending to Silvia, but the four women then ‘attacked’ me with a hormonal charge of uncontrolled female sexual energy. I can’t remember whose mouth had my cock and whose mouth was sucking my balls. The room began to spin! I could feel by balls tighten and I lost all inhibitions and pumped my hot cum over and over, deep down the throat of the woman sucking my cock. Oh, my God! I’d never experienced such pleasure in my life before. It took me what seemed like hours to fully recover. The waves of pleasure pulsated through my body. Two of my fucking friends continued their attention to my cock and balls while Janice held my head and kissed me passionately on my lips with her tongue tickling every part of my mouth. I could taste my cum in her mouth as we kissed and knew who had been working my cock!

This was exquisite Bliss!

Future ‘lessons’ focused on the female anatomy and each of my female fucking friends gave explicit details of their own personal sensitivities and fantasies. I’d watch intrigued by each of their personal self-pleasuring techniques. There certainly were discrete differences in their eroticisms. Clitoral sensitivities varied slightly. Rose loved firm and direct attention to the hood of her clit, while Silvia enjoyed a well-lubricated up and down stroke to the underside of her hood (preferably with my tongue), while I had come to know Margaret’s clitoral preferences in our regular staff room friskiness and Janice I knew loved to have her hood stroked in circular motions.

Silvia showed me how to fist a woman safely. The slow build-up and stimulation of her g-spot allowed her hips and vaginal cavity to gradually open and increase the number of fingers I could comfortably insert, till my whole fist engorged her cunt. While my hand was totally consumed, I could stroke her g-spot with the knuckle of my thumb and pump her cunt with my fist till she came in wave after wave of body consuming orgasms. As she regularly ejaculated when she came her spray would spurt in erratic flows from her urethra as my fist moved and released the pressure on the roof of her pussy allowing her spray to escape.

Margaret was the only one I was unable to fist completely. I could get four fingers almost inside, but not five. Rose and Janice both occasionally enjoyed this treat from my ‘small’ man-sized fist.

Rose and Janice both taught me how to find the many other sensitive ‘spots’ within a woman’s pussy. I was well taught and eventually all four women thoroughly enjoyed my gradual and sensual approach to stimulation of their g-spot.

They then focused on my techniques for fucking women with varying size vaginas. It was obvious that my ‘size’ could be a concern for some women. However, our fivesome had developed to an extent that my cock was never utilized until each woman initiated a desire for my cock and by then they were well lubricated and I could enter without concern.