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

The women were now all laughing, with many wiping or licking cum from their hair, faces or boobs or from various parts of the woman next to them. Finally, there was a huge cheer from everyone and I waved and bowed as I sat on the stage. I could still feel my body pulsating from the final throws of orgasm. As I attempted to gather myself my post-ejaculation juices were still oozing from my cock onto the floor in front of me.

As I regained some composure, I eased down off the stage and wandered around laughing and smiling with each woman as I helped wipe my cum from various parts of their anatomy and they ‘kindly’ helped wipe the drops of cum from my cock. Eventually, everyone ended up back in the pool, splashing and playing like schoolgirls.

As I relaxed and sat on the edge of the pool I was asked how I managed such an extraordinary display. I admitted I had to train ‘hard’ for this skill and they all laughed at the images that flashed through their minds.

The remainder of the afternoon became more and more erotic as women became more and more drunk. As usual, I was continually asked for fucking favours. Each of the women making the request accepted my excuse that, as much as I’d have loved to fuck them, I was unable to comply due to my earlier ejaculatory performance. I never wanted to disappoint anyone as my reputation was built on my ability to entertain and please women. However, once I came more than once in a few hours my eroticism and enthusiasm for sex was diminished until my testosterone reserves were restored again.

However, I’d always offer them a private escort session at any time that suited them in the days or weeks to follow. I’d always get a number of bookings from this spruking.

To appease those most persistent immediate requests for sex, I offered the alternative of a yoni massage. This alternative was often eagerly accepted and each woman would lay back, spread her legs and luxuriate in the massage at the side of the pool or inside on a lounge or on the floor. I’d always attract spectator interest for these massages and many women were keen to watch my technique and then experience it for themselves.

Patty eventually, found me and invited me inside the house for a quiet chat. It turned out that she was an erotic performer herself and had been invited, specifically to fuck me and entertain Robyn’s guests.

I was not overly surprised as I told her I had guessed something, as her skills and abilities at handling cock were beyond those of the average woman. She admitted she was as equally impressed with my skills and abilities at handling cunt – hers in particular and the group in general.

She asked if I’d be willing to partner her at any future bookings where a double act was required. I was keen and said so. She suggested that we should get together in the following days to practice our technique and performance strategies. We agreed to meet the next night, at her place and she gave me her address.

Patty was to become another of my ‘Butterflies’ and as it turned out so was Robyn.

Robyn then found me and took me back to her amazing bedroom. She said she regularly organized these social events for her girlfriends and associates. They were all business colleagues and contacts in her hairdressing empire. Seems Robyn was a VERY ‘rich bitch’.

She asked me if I’d be interested in future bookings. It seemed she had many ideas to entertain women and wanted to meet with me again to discuss them. I told her I was very interested.

However, she did say that she expected special personal favours in return for these business opportunities. I had absolutely no objections to this clause in her business contract. I told her that she was an extremely attractive woman and I’d thoroughly enjoy pleasuring her. I was completely open with my comments. She asked if I would be able to ‘offer’ her anything now. I knew that I had my erection injection in reserve in my kit, so assured her I would be more than happy to give her as much of my time as she needed.

I sensed a hint of my college colleague, Janice, in Robyn. She was forthright, confident, sexually aggressive and very, very attractive. She was stirring my sensual core and I could feel my balls squirming and her eyes allured me as we spoke.

Despite her assuredness in our conversations to this point, she now became excited and I could see her basic feminine desires filtering through her external sophistication. We arranged to grab a drink and meet back in a few minutes. I took the time to grab my needles and went to the bathroom and injected my cock. By the time I was back in her bedroom my cock was rigid and she was obviously impressed with the way I could seemingly control my virility.

Our fucking fun lasted for almost an hour and the sounds of the happy throng of females in and around the house faded as we were lost in our passions. I managed to get her onto an exquisite wave of orgasmic delight that she didn’t want to stop. As the day began to dim outside I sensed she needed to attend to her guests. We lingered in a long, languid naked embrace, before she left to farewell her guests.

I relaxed for a while on her bed, just regathering my energy and contemplating the day that had unfolded and the exciting opportunities that it had created.

About 15 minutes later Robyn reappeared with two women in tow. She introduced me to Virginia and Veronica. “These are my closest friends Michael and they’ve asked if you could satisfy them now also.”

‘Ooops, this was looking awkward’, I thought to myself. I could see Robyn was expecting more of me than she had indicated. However, my injection erection was still strong and healthy and the women could keenly see that so I had no excuse to deny their advances and accepted her request.

All three of us rolled around the bed naked and laughing together. While I was fucking one of Robyn’s friends she and her other friend would be frigging each other. Bisexual women were common in my life, so their fun was not the least bit disconcerting to me. I could sense they were aware of my comfort with their bisexuality and this just added to their fervor.

Eventually, my injection induced erection subsided but I continued pleasuring each of them with my yoni massage and cunnilingus skills. They continued to orgasm and we kept on sucking and kissing and licking, till well into the evening.

As hunger pangs overcame us, we eventually took a collective breath, looked at each other, had a group hug and laughed out loud.

I sensed I was about to be invited into another harem.

Over a meal, we discussed the whole day’s fun and got into discussing our life histories. When I mentioned my teaching career and my experiences with my harem from the female staff they became excited. “We’re currently looking for a man to join our feminist collective,” Virginia said. “Would you be interested to join us on a trial basis?” Veronica added. Just the fact that she was happy to announce this as a ‘trial’ indicated the confidence these women had in their sexuality and attractiveness. It was slightly confronting, but as I had had plenty of experience with women of this ilk, I was equally confident I’d be able to satisfy their demands.

I had long missed my harem days at the college and was keen to explore those fantasies again. I asked how they saw me fitting into their ‘collective’. Virginia explained they were a close knit of hairdressers on the Gold Coast who were bisexual with lesbian leanings. However, there were occasions they would have welcomed a regular and reliable male into their sexual activities. However, she specified that they had experimented with other men, but each man had became frustrated by the lesbian activities when they were experiencing their own masculine needs. “We realise we can be demanding and fickle with our sexual needs and our man must be patient and understanding of his role.” Veronica added.