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

On occasions when some of their friends ‘dropped by’, I would be ‘requested’ to share my cock with the ‘new girl’. Dependent on her vaginal capacity, I would need to prepare entry accordingly, as I had been taught. I was a quick learner and every new girl who did fuck a hunk of ‘Goldilocks’ reported pleasurable entry and exit.

These ‘occasional’ lessons continued for the rest of the year, usually once every week or fortnight. There was never any planning on when the lesson would be held and often it just developed depending on who was there on the day, while we sat naked and chatted over a drink. One of my sisters would usually start by spreading her legs and with a smile or raised eyebrow invite me to sit at her side or between her legs. The lesson would then begin!

I greatly appreciated sharing these pleasures with these beautiful women. They were so totally open and honest with the intimacies of their bodies and their feminine ‘secrets’. I’d often just sit and listen while they shared amongst themselves some of their erotic fantasies or details of a wet-dream they’d enjoyed from the night before. I was their little brother and they my big sisters in this fabulous fucking family. We shared a wonderful friendship between us. Our gender difference was important, but not divisive.

We’d fuck each other regularly and enthusiastically share all our physical sexual attributes. But there were times when we’d just sit and chat and share our emotional highs and lows.

These were heady days of sex, sex and more fucking sex! From my first days of employment at the college to a point less than two years later I had gone from a sexual nerd to a fucking expert.

From these women and my work and interactions in the girls’ college I now appreciated the vital necessity of a healthy sex life amongst women as opposed to the supposed female sexual antipathy and perverted abuse I experienced as a boy.

We had an amazing Christmas party at the end of final term that year. Many of the female lay staff, a few of whom Janice and I had fucked through that year, attended after our final day of teaching. There were 15 hot, sweaty, horny, women crammed into Janice’s tiny flat. Most were stark naked by the end of the evening! I was initially ‘dressed’ only in my Santa hat and beard straight from the staff/student tennis challenge. To add the Christmas spirit, I had two jingle bells attached to my balls and as my cock moved my bells would jingle.

As the fun and frivolity continued and alcohol consumed, every now and then I’d feel a tap on the shoulder, or pinch on the bum, to adjourn to Janice’s bedroom with one or two ladies. A couple of times there’d be a joking comment from the others as we tried to stealth away, such as, “Don’t kill him with kindness,” or “Leave some cock for me.”

By the end of the evening the skin on ‘Santa’s’ cock had been rubbed, sucked and fucked as red raw as Rudolph’s nose. I was impressed with myself that I had managed to satisfy eight women that night and enjoyed a couple of personal orgasms but, as a result, my balls were totally drained dry as a prune. I’d also gone through two packets of condoms!

We laughed, drank and ate ourselves silly. As the only male, I enjoyed a parade of beautiful naked eager pussies and hot girl-on-girl action to last me a lifetime (which it didn’t, thankfully). However, I certainly didn’t feel different! What was so pleasing, was that I was accepted as ‘one of the girls’ in all ways, BUT with one slight difference and ‘vive la différence’!

The conversation and jokes were unbounded by my presence and I was privy to some of the most uninhibited ‘girl talk’ imaginable. Goldilocks was regularly called upon to make an appearance as comments got more and more ribald. Hands and tongues were always looking for something big, but not too big and hard, hot and horny to play with. My cock had never been in such demand and I couldn’t help laughing as female after female lost every inhibition and took liberties with my cock, that I was told, some of them had long been dreaming about.

My hot cock and tight balls melded seamlessly into this sweet, sweaty and intoxicating mix of bobbing boobs and purring pussies. The air and furniture in the room was flooded with female pheromones and fluids. What an amazing visual array of shaved or hairy, glistening wet pussies and bobbing boobs of all shapes and sizes, I enjoyed.

What amazed me more was that some of the women at the party had been amongst the ultra-conservative staff at the college and I’d have never guessed that they would participate to such a degree in this erotic fun. It is true that in the quiet ones dwell the deepest desires. I was particularly surprised that another of my maths staff colleagues, and ex-nun, Margarita was quite possibly my most enthusiastic fuck. She sucked and fucked my cock as if it was the last thing she would ever do in life. I sensed it had been a while since she enjoyed cock and she was making up for lost time. She thanked me profusely after she had cum and I tried to convince her that it was equally my pleasure. However, I doubt she believed me! I knew I’d have other women eager for a fuck that night so I had held back on releasing my jism inside her and this affected her confidence that she had pleasured me.

It wasn’t going to be the last time Margarita would call on me to satisfy her sexual frustrations during ensuing years at the college. Whenever I had time (and the energy) to satisfy her regular invitations to her home, we’d enjoy some exquisite shared pleasures. She often confided in me that our fucking sessions helped her to cope with the conditions she endured from her former religious sisters during her teaching career at the college.

As an ex-nun, I was keen to get Margarita’s perspective on my involvement in the sexual education of the senior girls. She admitted she had harbored doubts when she first heard of the courses, but after getting to know me better and talking to many of the girls in the school, she had come to recognize the immense potential these courses offered them.

“Every girl I spoke to who has done your courses, either in the school sex education classes, or the extra-curricular courses was full of praise for your forthright, factual and selfless contribution of your body,” she told me. “Every one of them was amazed by the size of your cock, though Michael. You certainly left a big impression on all of them in that department,” she laughed. Finally, she repeated a sentence I was to hear all too often, “I only wish I’d had that opportunity at that age.”

My friendship with Janice, Rose, Margaret and Silvia led me to believe that all women are bi-sexual. However, due to the perceived negativity associated with bi-sexuality most women won’t admit it to themselves. None of my future relationships with women ever caused me to doubt this belief.

Janice often questioned why I never considered becoming a male escort. She pointed out that there was an obvious demand for such services, not just from amongst her friends but almost every woman she knew and was adamant that women should have the right to them. At times, I almost felt as though I had an obligation to take up the profession after all the intimate and precious training they had given me. My fivesome of willing wicked witches had certainly well prepared me for such a career. I now knew the female body and sexual appetites, much, much better than most women know their own and better than I knew my own body. However, I had no need for extra income at the time and I was certainly getting enough ‘action’ from my friendship with my fucking friends. Plus, I genuinely enjoyed ample sensual interaction in my intimate lessons for students and the religious sisters, so never gave her encouragement much consideration – then!