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

Two years prior to our separation, Fran admitted she had been unfaithful. However, it was not the actual transgression that stunned me but the gender she chose with whom to enjoy the transgression.

Finally, I had an answer to the lack of interest in our bedroom.

Fran was lesbian!

Our marriage had virtually dissolved long before this admission, so I wasn’t too upset. We agreed to try to keep some semblance of a marriage for our children’s sake and to give them some stability.

However, after many lesbian parties at our home and no personal interaction between us at all in the final two years, we decided one Sunday afternoon to separate.

I can still vividly remember every moment of that discussion and the horrible feeling I had as I walked out the door of my home and waved goodbye to my children. They were still all pre-teens so had little conception of what was happening.

At the time, I felt a huge sense of relief that my torment was over and I could now start living again!

But this is where the ‘Butterfly’ effects from 20 years previous began to ‘flutter’ again.

I was initially appointed to the region to teach mature aged students at the local TAFE college, many of whom were older than myself.

In all my years of teaching to this point, I had never fucked any of my students. Even though relationships between teachers and students were quite common up till this era, I had considered it inappropriate to take advantage of the ample opportunities I had been offered by many of my female students as I was married and faithful.

However, that was to change, now that I was single.

My years as a ‘monk’ had finished and I began to explore my sexuality with women who had an equal, if not extra, interest in sex to mine.

However, my relatively brief period of ‘enlightenment’ about female sexuality up to and including my career as a young teacher in the girls’ school had been seriously undermined by the next fifteen years as a celibate husband associating with my wife’s lesbian friends. These lesbian friends of my wife exuded narcissism, which, to me, explained the attraction of lesbianism. So many partnerships between lesbians result in ‘mirror’ images of each other, right down to their choice of clothing and hair styles. They also seemed emotionally immature and unable to manage adult conversation with a male.

The women I had met while married reflected the repressed sexual attitudes of women that I’d experienced in my youth. I was again in a state of denial of true female sexuality.

One incident not long after my separation from my wife, was to blast those doubts away.

I had moved into a single-story unit complex and was enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon, masturbating in my lounge room. As I became more aroused I had an uncanny sense that someone was watching. I had never seen anyone in the backyards of this complex, so never felt the need to close my curtains. My upper half was hidden by a plant on my balcony but I had limited vision through its branches and saw a woman smoking in the backyard of a unit next to mine. She initially, showed slight embarrassment at what she could see and kept looking around to see if anyone else could see her watching me.

I could best describe her attention as the ‘train-wreck’ look. It’s the look you have watching a train wreck – you don’t want to look, but can’t look away.

My immediate reaction when I saw her was to move further inside my unit. However, I hesitated as I was intrigued to see what her reactions would be if I continued. I was curious to see if women were still aroused by such a sight. It had been so long since I had witnessed those raw erotic reactions by a woman and I questioned whether anything had changed during my sexual sabbatical. The exhibitionist in me quickly diminished the conformist and I began to move my masturbation into a much more erotic mode, with long slow strokes of my cock and accentuated thrusts of my hips with each stroke.

The woman finished her cigarette but didn’t move and was totally transfixed on my movements. She did occasionally look back at the rear door to her unit to see if whomever was inside was coming to investigate her extended period outside.

I continually aroused myself to near ejaculation and then released the tension. I’d occasionally cup my balls together and stretch them and squeeze them as my fully erect cock swayed back and forward and continued this arousing process for more than half an hour. The whole time she was riveted with complete fascination. I was enjoying my fifteen, nay thirty, minutes of fame – in her eyes. It had started to drizzle with rain but this inconvenience didn’t faze or distract her attention from my ‘show’.

Just as she was relishing my erotic performance I was equally fascinated by her lustful attentiveness. My ‘faith’ in female sexuality was slowly being restored. As she enthusiastically watched me amorously massage each engorged inch of my nine-inch cock I watched my vigilant pervert’s face flush and gasp.

Finally, I could not hold my final orgasmic climax any longer and I sat up so she could see my face. I caught her eyes and gave her a very cheeky smile. She was surprised at first when she saw my face and initially blushed and momentarily turned as if to go back inside. In that moment when looks speak sentences, I held her stare with a promise of something special to cum. I was apprehensive of what my next actions would be, but she returned my budding blushes with a smile and a tilt of her head, intimating, ‘I’m enjoying this, what’s next young man?’

So, gaining some assurances from her unwavering stance and quizzical smiles, I stood up and faced her and smiled broadly at her. She smiled back appreciatively and the ‘game’ recommenced.

With the eroticism between us now at fever pitch I climaxed and let out an orgasmic groan. Through my fading vision I could see her stiffen in her stance. She was rooted to the spot and wistfully watched as I let go with an almighty rush of cum that spurted out over my balcony railing and onto the ground in front of her. All the training I had received from my teaching harem sisters, hadn’t been lost in the intervening years and my ejaculatory muscles were still strong and capable of pumping out amazing emissions when I needed to make an impression.

As I enjoyed every moment of my climax, I lost vision and awareness for what seemed an eternity till my senses returned. As I regained consciousness I noticed my audience of one was still ardently watching my every sensation, so with my cock still oozing, I took a step out onto the balcony and gave her a shy but unabashed wave. Her face lit up with a huge smile as she waved back and began to laugh.

There were still no words spoken between us but a message of understanding was received loud and clear. Around fifteen minutes later she was knocking on my door. I never wore clothes in my house and answered the knock still totally naked, but now limp in the groin.

We introduced ourselves, her name was Joy, but the introductions didn’t last long as we both knew the reason for her visit and I led her to my bedroom. She pushed me onto my back on my bed and immediately began to suck my cock and squeeze my balls.

I was erect again in minutes!

She lifted her skirt to reveal no knickers and a clean shaved muff and she mounted me and began to fuck me with an enthusiasm I had not experienced for many, many years.

I could sense that my engorged cock was hitting her ‘sweet’ spot exactly where she wanted and she came in a gush of emotion, sighs and excitement that sent shivers through my spine. My God! It had been so long since I had seen a woman enjoy my cock so much. I sat up took off her remaining clothes and spun her onto her back and entered her very juicy quim with a passion that surprised both of us. She came again with a scream of absolute delight as her eyes rolled back in her head. I was gone! I came too and filled her with what remained of my fucking juices.