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

The previous sophistication of my audience had changed and I could see ‘real’ women appearing from behind their painted faces. Their eroticism was palpable and their comments became more risqué and raw. They were all laughing and cheering at Patty and I, encouraging her to ‘eat more meat’, as they consumed more and more wine and champagne. A few women had released one or both boobs from their low-cut gowns and were wobbling their ‘puppies’ in my direction to increase the eroticism and expecting to encourage my orgasm.

Patty was damn good at what she did and on another day I might have succumb and blown my wad in response to her amazing talents.

However, after 10 or so minutes my orgasm was still intact. She was getting tired, I could sense her saliva was drying up. Cheekily I suggested she take a break and grab some refreshment. She was mildly peeved by my comment, but took it in good humour. “OK, I’m moving into faze two with you big boy,” she loudly proclaimed for her enthusiastic audience to hear. They all seemed to know what was coming even if I could only suspect it. She lifted her very expensive dress up around her waist to reveal she wasn’t wearing knickers and then bent over in front of me in ‘doggy fashion’. “OK, show me what you’ve got now big boy.” She challenged.

By now the eroticism of the day had built to fever-pitch! Every woman in our audience was very merry, with inhibitions well reduced by the gallons of champagne consumed. My balls were fully engorged and my cock was rock hard and ready to service Patty’s wet and very inviting cunt.

I jumped down from the table and turned Patty around so that she was now bent over and leaning against the table. I was well and truly up for this challenge and gave a salutary wave to the cheering party girls and gently slid my hot rod as far as I could into Patty’s juicy quim. She was very tight and as I slid in she activated her pelvic floor muscles to firmly grab my engorged cock by the shaft. Wow! She is amazing, I thought to myself.

Gradually, I increased the tempo of my thrusts and as I did my audience of very tipsy women, began to chant encouragement for each thrust – as my thrusting pace increased their chant sychronised in equal measure. I then reached over and gently started massaging her now fully engorged clit. This was all she needed and she came with an explosive guttural groan that stunned everyone. The chanting stopped and mouths fell open. I had the feeling that Patty had never lost this fucking contest before and this genuinely stunned everyone. I remained fully engorged inside her as she continued to orgasm and then as I felt her cunt relax again from her grip on my cock, I slowly started thrusting again and continued titillating her clit.

I had obviously, stumbled upon Patty’s favourite clit stimulation. She had a predilection similar to one of my harem buddies, Sylvia, who taught me how to stroke her clit vertically from the base to just over her hood. There is a ‘magic’ spot on every woman’s clit that when stimulated correctly will give her pure ecstasy. From my many escort clients I had realized that the ‘Sylvia’ technique was often favoured by women for clitoral stimulation. I had also learnt that it is possible to overly stimulate the clitoris, which could cause discomfort for its owner.

Within minutes Patty had cum again. I gently took her by the hips, lifted her up onto the table and rolled her over and pulled her dress up around her waist and went down on her now very wet cunt. I concentrated my attention with my tongue particularly on her ruby red clit and its hood. She groaned as I touched her clit with my moist tongue and began thrusting up and down with her hips.

I had momentarily been lost in the passion and had not recognized that our audience was now totally silent and completely absorbed in our performance on the serving table. I also realised that as I bent to give Patty cunnilingus my legs were spread wide and my balls and semi erect cock were now dangling and gyrating in rhythm with my bodily movements from between my open legs and in full view for the majority of the guests. I knew from many similar situations that some women find the sight of a man’s dangling balls an extremely hypnotic and erotic vision. At this realization, I momentarily paused my attention to Patty, turned my head toward my entranced audience and gave them an inviting smile and curve of my finger as if to say, “Cum and play!”

As I then continued my cunnilingus, a few women got out of their seats and accepted my invitation and were now playing with my balls. Others had moved in on both sides of me and I had many soft, warm hands wrapped around the shaft of my erect cock or attending to Patty’s two ample breasts as I knelt and orally attended to Patty’s quivering quim.

As I tantalized Patty with my tongue I inserted my two middle fingers and gently massaged her g-spot. She had a few more minor orgasms and as she came her cunt would contract around my fingers. However, I sensed a difference in the next contraction. I could feel her Skene’s Gland, which is situated near a woman’s g-spot, was now swelling. As this gland engorged, Patty’s whole vaginal cavity contracted down and around my fingers, in a similar fashion to the contraction in a man’s balls as he’s about to cum. I had come to realise that this unique combination occurring within a vagina was a possible sign of an impending female ejaculation.

Suddenly, Patty confirmed my suspicions and screamed, “Oh, God I’m going to cum.” I’d now had plenty of practice with this propensity in women and quickly moved myself clear of her ‘squirter’. Her cunt was now clearly aimed directly at our spellbound audience. Without warning, she squirted multiple, pulsating, orgasmic rounds and an amazing volume of female fluids, all over these fashionably dressed group of women. They all screamed and ducked for cover, but for most it was too late. Their fine Melbourne Cup frocks were now erotically blessed in Patty’s cum.

Those who managed to avoid Patty’s joyous blessing were falling over themselves with laughter. Those affected soon saw the funny side also and joined the hilarity. Their fine dresses were now well soiled, so one by one each woman removed hers. Most weren’t wearing knickers or bras so they now stood stark naked. As everyone was now both very horny and very tipsy, this had a domino effect on the remainder of the women. Glamorous dresses were discarded in a flurry of fine feathers and soon most everyone was naked. Most followed the ‘blessed’ ladies into the pool.

Patty had come up for air and was a little weak in the knees, so I helped her remove her dress too. She gave me a huge sloppy kiss on the lips and thanked me profusely for what she said was “the best fuck I’ve had in ages!” I teased her by saying… “this big boy ain’t finished yet!” I quickly donned another condom and slid myself down on top of her now prostate body. She was ‘stuffed’ well and truly, but I knew her orgasmic waves were not finished.

As I entered her, she took a deep breath and gave a sigh that pulsates through every red-blooded man as he pleasures his woman. I lifted both her legs up over my shoulders and tilted her hips to allow my cock access to her g-spot as I began to gently thrust myself inside her.

The rhythm of our bodies and our animalistic groans attracted the attention of the women now splashing around in the pool and soon a ring of dripping wet, naked women had surrounded us on our elevated table, each hypnotically fascinated by this new and unexpected addition to their entertainment.

As the intensity of our fucking elevated, the women around us began clapping and chanting, again in rhythm with our pulsating bodies. Two women fascinated by my gyrating balls had mounted the table and taken hold of one each and were gently squeezing and playing with them as Patty and I continued our horizontal passionate tango together.