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

Their chants, the sun on our bodies and the pure eroticism of the whole scenario brought Patty to an amazing climax and she exploded her joyous juices again, this time all over my tummy. The feel of her hot bliss bombs on my skin and the warmth and stimulation from my female attendant’s hands on my balls was too much for me also and I came too with a guttural groan that emanated from way down in my balls and resonated through my whole body. The primal depth of my sensations surprised even myself. I couldn’t remember experiencing such a wondrous orgasm for such a long time.

Cheers and laughter rang out loud and long as I fell, totally spent, onto my back next to Patty. My manhood now lay totally open for the enjoyment of every woman present as I lay prostrate and spread-eagled on top of the ‘serving’ table. It seemed my now flaccid cock and spent balls were to become desserts to follow their ‘main meal’. Women lined up eager to touch and tease my freshly prepared hot, moist delicacies.

This sophisticated group of women had changed into normal, healthy, sexually avaricious women, eager to enjoy the pleasures of their flesh in common with every woman down the ages, which thankfully has ensured the survival of the species.

Patty had gathered herself next to me as I propped myself up on my elbows. As I cheerfully welcomed and watched each naked diner giggle and play with her mouthwatering dessert, Patty whispered in my ear… “Thanks, big boy, I’ll see you later!”

Robyn, the party hostess, then came over, stood next to me and caressed my chest with her warm hands as women continued to take their eager turn between my legs. She asked how I was and whether I would be up to continue the entertainment. As she hadn’t mentioned any other definitive plans prior to my employ, I wasn’t sure what she meant.

It seemed details of my popular ejaculation routine had filtered through with one or two guests at this party. Robyn wasn’t fully aware of what this involved but was interested to know if I’d be willing or able to perform this amusement for her guests.

“I’ve also had a few women ask me if you were available for ‘private’ sessions today? They are more than happy to pay you extra for these services. However, after your delightful performance just now, I wasn’t sure what to tell them?” She coquettishly whispered to me.

After all the attention I had been enjoying from the passing parade of avaricious women, my erotic reserves were returning. I told her, I should be OK. “How many requests are there?” I queried. “At the moment, three of my guests have approached me,” she said apologetically. “Is that OK?”

I mentioned my fee for ‘extras’ at these parties but explained that I wasn’t too sure how effective my ejaculation trick would be after having blown my wad inside Patty. However, if she’d like to announce my availability for private sessions, I’d be happy to satisfy intimate requests first and then perform the ejaculation showpiece to the best of my abilities to complete the entertainment for the day.

Robyn seemed excited with my compliance and immediately took the ‘stage’ and asked for quiet. Everyone by now was sitting or standing around. Most were either still naked or had a towel wrapped around them. It was a delightful warm sunny day and there were still copious amounts of champagne being consumed while women excitedly chatted amongst themselves.

As calm was restored, Robyn announced… “Attention, everyone, I’d first like us all to show our appreciation for Michael here for being such a great sport and entertaining us today…three cheers!” At this the crowd complied and three cheers for me rang around the pool surrounds. I gave a showy bow and salute to the sea of smiling female faces before me. As I looked around I became aware how spectacularly arousing this group of naked women appealed to me. They were all having a great time and were genuinely appreciating my contribution to their entertainment and it showed on their faces.

“Michael has agreed to perform some special skills with his cock later today and I’ve been told it is quite spectacular and very arousing.” Robyn continued. There were a few loud cheers from the sections of the group who obviously knew of these ‘tricks’ and were keen to see them again.

She concluded her speech with, “But first for those ladies who have requested special services with Michael, he has kindly agreed to spoil you each first and I’ll organize this with you shortly. If anyone else would like to enjoy this service, please see me as soon as possible. However, for now please enjoy the wine and the pool and this wonderful day.”

As Robyn melded back into the crowd, I grabbed a champagne and wandered off to chat with the guests. I approached a couple of the women nearest me and smiled and started chatting. However, a few others gathered around me and soon I was encircled by a giggling group of lovely naked women. I was asked many questions about my work, how, when and why I did it and whether I enjoyed it.

My senses were again reeling as women began to edge ever closer to me, pressing their boobs and naked bodies against mine as the conversation and laughter and champagne flowed. As the conversations continued, a woman would take one of my hands and guide it to her quim. I’d tease her clit while she teased my cock and we’d chat, smile and continue to drink. This ‘greeting’ continued till another smiling face would come along and guide me to her quim.

As the mood became more familiar, I’d invariably be greeted by a guest spread-eagled on her chair with a sassy request to ‘sup at her cup’. I have always enjoyed comparing flavorsome fannies. The wide variations in tastes and aromas in women constantly intrigued me. Often a horny honey would pour some champagne over her fanny and I’d be invited to taste-test her ‘fine feminine wine’. Some ladies would demand a reciprocated offer to taste test my man-meat. This always drew a gathering of cat-callers and eager assistants.

About thirty minutes passed by the time Robyn came back and ‘rescued’ me from the encircling women. “Your first private sessions are waiting Michael. Your list has grown so I hope you don’t mind. I’ve prepared one of the bedrooms for you. Do you mind if anyone else watches?” I had no objections to spectators, as this was my business. Also, I had been well taught in the finer arts of fucking by my harem ‘sisters’ and extensively conditioned, from an early age, to expose every aspect of my sexuality for the edification of both inquisitive and hedonistic females.

The ‘special’ bedroom was amazing. It was a huge room with an equally large revolving circular bed and large ceiling mirrors. The room overlooked the pool area and the canals and had huge sliding doors that were now fully open to this vista.

There were six women sitting on the edge of the bed. As I entered they took me by the hands and gathered around me. I asked who would like to be pleasured first and one woman laid back on the bed. The others then encircled the bed. There was an almost religiosity to their movements and they had obviously previously agreed to the order of service.

I was a bit unnerved by their formality. However, I’d been in stranger situations before and hopped up on the bed and began gently stroking my first naked cohort. My usual technique in these situations was to begin with a gentle all over stimulation of a woman’s body gradually centering on stimulation toward her yoni. I’d then concentrate my attention solely on her yoni and gradually begin an internal massage. Once she was fully lubricated and responding, I’d mount her and gently begin arousing her with penile penetration while continuing clitoral stimulation.