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

I decided that I’d also invite my female footy players to the party as it would be a good pre-season ‘bonding’ session with competition to begin the following weekend.

When I mentioned the idea to Sam and Helen, my Christmas Eve bed buddies, during our next tryst, they were all over themselves with excitement. “What a bloody great idea, Michael,” Sam blurted. “Should we invite the junior girls as well?”

Girls had to be sixteen or older to play in the football competition, so I hadn’t considered that problem. However, as they both had younger teenage sisters in the team I asked them their opinion.

“They’ll love it,” Helen said, with little hesitation. “They’ve all seen cocks before! Struth, they’ve had more fucks than I’ve had,” she laughed.

So, over the next month, Suzanna and Bev and I devised some fun activities we could do to entertain their friends. The two girls agreed that I should keep my ejaculation till the finale. I suggested that I may be able to offer more than one explosive cum, if they thought it would be worthwhile repeating. “Damn, sure, Michael, if you think you could do it,” Suzanna smiled.

As we practiced I discovered that I could often masturbate without using my hands. As the girls massaged my balls, I could contract my glutes and abs in rhythm to simulate the same sensation in my cock as if I was masturbating with my hands. What was even more astounding was that my ejaculations were even stronger using this technique.

Eventually, I could masturbate to full ejaculation without using my hands or their touch, at all. The first time I did this in front of them, they were astonished and in disbelief, as was I, at this new ‘talent’.

We did many ‘un-dress’ rehearsals of my strip routine and ejaculations and we always fell about laughing afterwards. Bev suggested I come dressed as a cowboy. She got some riding chaps from her work that fitted me. When I tried them on, I realised that chaps have no crotch or bum, they just cover your legs for protection while riding. This amused all of us, as Goldilocks and my arse were totally accessible to female attention when dressed like this. Bev sewed together a flimsy imitation front and back that when tucked into the chaps looked like jeans. However, with just one tug the material could be thrown away during my strip to leave my crotch and arse totally exposed.

We all noticed during rehearsals, that once I’d ejaculated my cock stayed semi erect and very engorged, but also very flexible. The girls suggested this would be a good time to ‘tease’ the audience.

We had so much fun with these rehearsals and the girls often enjoyed masturbating afterwards. I realised that this was a good sign my routine was working.

At footy training I announced the invitation to everyone, but told the five schoolgirls in our team, that they were only being allowed to come if they promised not to spread any word about the party, either before or afterwards. They all eagerly agreed, as expected. They then began pestering me for details of what I had planned, but I just kept telling them, ‘it was a surprise’.

Come the night of the party, our house was full of females. The theme for the party was ‘prostitutes and prudes’. As expected, most women dressed (to use the term loosely) as prostitutes with very scanty lingerie and too much make-up. I roughly counted 30 as we welcomed our guests but I suspected there were many more by the time my strip routine began.

The first hour or so was filled with silly games and lots of drinking and dirty jokes. It was an extremely warm summer’s night and as the first few hours passed, most women had ‘ditched’ most of their ‘unnecessary’ clothing. Many were topless while some were down to a simple ‘g-string’.

As they tired of the games, Suzanna and Bev decided to move everyone into our backyard for my highly anticipated performance. The back balcony allowed extra room for women to see over the heads of others standing below and circling around the grounds. The backyard was well lit with spotlights that Sue and her husband had installed when they’d built the place.

Suzanna announced my entry and Bev cued the music.

I came running in dressed in cowboy gear, firing two cap pistols and making a loud racket that initially stunned and quieted everyone.

As the music played I began my strip, and women began cheering and clapping in time with the music. As I removed each article of clothing I fired my guns each time, until the denouement and removal of the false jeans. At this Bev increased the volume of the music and as my cock and balls danced and bounced I kept firing my guns repeatedly.

When the music stopped, the girls went wild with wolf-whistles and shouts and expletives. As their noise calmed Suzanna then shouted – “Show us your Goldilocks gun, Michael.”

Everyone was familiar with my nickname and a chorus of shouts and clapping took over from Suzanna’s words, ‘Goldilocks, Goldilocks…’

At this I slowly turned full circle as I began to thrust my hips in time with their clapping and swing my cock into a full erection. As the chorus continued, I became fully erect then began slowly and methodically tensing my glutes and abs in rhythm with the music in an erotic display of ‘hands-free’ male masturbatory technique. I kept hold of both guns and as I was about to explode, fired them repeatedly in the air and ejaculated all over the women in direct firing line to me. I kept turning around the encircling women as my ejaculations continued, spraying as many women as I could. Many scattered while screaming with delight and amazement, while others stood and laughed as my spray rained down on them.

The whole backyard of women erupted with screams and laughter.

Bev then cued the next music and I started gyrating around the reformed circle of women. One by one, I’d spend a little time with someone, inviting them to touch and hold my cock as I danced before them. I’d then moved onto the next woman and offer her the same invitation. The crowd began to jokingly chant, ‘suck him’, or ‘fuck him’, and many other more erotic suggestions.

Occasionally, a woman would bounce her breasts as I danced before her, while others would tease back with their near-naked cunt. This always raised the volume of whistles and cheers. With these ‘invitations’, I’d move in closer to simulate a fucking motion or embrace her and squash my erection against her tummy and the laughter intensified.

With these enticements, my cock was quickly rock hard again. Suzanna announced in her dominant tones, “Who’d like to see another shot from Goldilocks, girls?”

The question was obviously meant to be rhetorical but a chorus of “Yes, please!” resounded around the yard.

I was feeling extremely aroused and gratified by the success of my new ‘hands-free’ skills and the wonderful reactions I was receiving. I climbed up on the balcony and invited those behind me to move down in front to get a better view, which most women did.

As I stood propped against the balcony railing, with my legs spread widely apart, I began to ‘turkey slap’ my semi-erect cock against my thighs. A couple of eager hands appeared from below me and fingers began to dance vigorously all over my balls and cock as I continued to masturbate – hands free!

Although I felt I could cum almost straight away, I delayed my finale as long as possible to build the excitement brewing in the sea of smiling faces below me.

When I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer I loudly groaned a warning, “Goldilocks is about to blow,” to give due warning to anyone wanting to avoid my shower. No one moved and my spray of hot cum flooded out over eager open mouths and happy laughing faces. I always managed at least three separate sprays when I ejaculated and what seemed like a perpetual shower of sperm rained down on my audience.