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

I thoroughly enjoyed these exhibitionist opportunities. The flushed faces and howls of laughter and delight from a group of hot and horny women touched a very primal chord within me also. I always felt a definite sense of control over female sexuality to balance the lack of control I experienced as a boy. However, no matter how many opportunities I had to ‘balance’ this memory, it never seemed enough.

At nearly every one of these parties, as the ‘hens’ relaxed with alcohol, their inhibitions flew out the cage. It could sometimes get a little rough, but I never felt ‘out of my depth’. I suspect my comfort being surrounded by women at Woodlands and stripping on stage as a hypnotist’s stooge and during my early teaching career and understanding their passionate interest in my naked body, was standing me in good stead now.

At the time Bootscooting was all the rage. I loved to dance and took up this new fad early. Bootscooting, or linedancing as it was also known, was predominantly a female activity, but as someone comfortable in female company this didn’t faze me. I introduced a linedancing routine into my party entertainment. I’d first do an erotic linedance while stripping down to simply a pair of cowboys chaps and hat, to get everyone laughing. I’d then teach everyone one or two basic dances. I was competent to mirror the steps, so that I could face women and give them ample opportunity to enjoy my bouncing bounty as I moved through each routine. A typical hens’ party might continue with my dick tricks, a few fucks, then depending on the ambiance after the pussy pleasing pause, finish with my climax on cue for the party princess.

The more parties I did, the more I realised I needed another more sophisticated routine to add to my repertoire.

I developed a hot Latin routine based on a few dance sequences that included the rhythmic rhumba, the erotic tango and the fervent flamingo. My ‘costume was a red cummerbund, a red bow tie around my neck, plus a small red bow tie around my ball sacks and black tap shoes. The audience usually only first noticed the smaller bow tie when my erection began to rise and my balls became exposed. This always caused much hilarity!

I’d gradually roused my erection by swinging my hips in rhumba rhythm and then using a tango routine, began my hands-free masturbation by a combination of quick thrusts caused by contractions of my bum and tummy muscles. When fully erect I’d go into a flamingo tap dance using my erect cock as the ‘red flag’ to the circle of happy women, pulsating and purring around me.

As I brought the performance to its ‘climax’ I’d puff my chest and with my hands above my head, in toreador stance, shout ‘El Toro’. At this volatile moment, I’d thrust my ejaculation into the ‘bullish’ crowd of screaming, scattering women.

The cowboy, linedance and Latin routines were the three most popular I did at hens’ parties.

Although I didn’t have a bulky muscular body, I was very athletically fit and regarded as attractive. Women seemed to enjoy looking at my naked body and appreciated my masculinity and my Goldilocks cock. However, despite my other party routines, I realised my main performance asset was the size of my cock and my erectile and orgasmic control. These skills never failed to entertain women!

The strength and distance of my ejaculations regularly proved to be a performance highlight for party girls. When my cue to ejaculate came at a party, I’d always manage to send my seed many metres into a group of women yelling and laughing for my orgasm. This invariably brought the house down with cheers and shouts of amazement at my ejective talents.

Again, the techniques regularly practiced at Janice’s flat after work at the girls’ school had well-prepared me for this path in my life. My record in the Goldilocks Challenges at Janice’s was 5.5 metres and I’d sometimes cum close to this at these hens’ parties.

As my business became more and more popular through word of mouth, my orgasmic skills became infamous. There were occasions when the woman making the booking would offer to pay above the going rate if I could perform my ejaculation trick more than once at her party. Often there would be specific details on who the target for cum would be.

At one hens’ party, I was feeling very ‘backed-up’ and so introduced the Goldilocks Challenge involving the bride and her two bridesmaids. I allowed roughly half an hour between rounds, so that I could achieve another healthy erection for the next contestant. Obviously, I invited the bride to go first as this ensured she’d win the contest. I was blown away by the response from women to this performance. My ability to ejaculate on cue for each contestant ensured no one was embarrassed in front of her friends by her lack of fellatio skills. This party trick in my repertoire proved to become one of the most popular requests from hostesses, once word spread.

Fortunately, for me at this time, medical science had developed a penile injection that would give a man a rock-hard erection for up to an hour. I was made aware of this medical marvel during one of my regular STD check-ups. My doctor knew of my profession and offered me a regular prescription of the injectable fluid. The down side was the inconvenience of sticking a needle into my cock whenever I needed a rock-solid Roger.

Prior to this medical marvel, I always found that my ejaculation performance would always arouse many of my female fans and I’d be pressured for more than a few fucks afterwards. I’d never disappoint any of these ladies, but even with my best intentions all I could often offer was orgasmic pleasures from a yoni massage. Now I had the ability to truly finish my performance in proper and considerate style.

Word of mouth of my new capabilities spread like wildfire.

The more my reputation built, the more specific and erotic requests became. If I was given enough notice, I could prepare well in advance for a specific request. Multiple ejaculations were obviously difficult within a set party timeframe. However, by drinking plenty of fluids in the days prior to these engagements and restraining from any orgasms for at least three to four days prior, built up my reserves and I was always able to manage at least two or three specific performance ejaculations, if required, at a party.

However, that’s not to say, everything always went to plan. Depending on the levels of unrestrained oestrogen at a party the hostess and her ‘special guests’ would sometimes still request a farewell fuck once her other party guests had had their fun. If it was convenient, in regards to my onward bookings, I would usually comply – if they agreed to the surcharge for these services – which they nearly always did. I always carried with me a supply of erection injections for these contingencies. I wasn’t fond of using these needles as they gave me an artificially rock-hard cock and it could become quite painful after fucking more than a few women. I also lost my well-developed performance skills with my cock for up to a day, which would have affected any party or escort bookings, I may have had immediately afterwards.

I enjoyed recreational sex! Sex to me was a blissful and natural experience to share with women of like mind for our mutual enjoyment. I saw nothing morally wrong with responsibly sharing these pleasures, so long as those I shared it with were equally as enthused and willing to take the same journey with me. However, I particularly loved entertaining and titillating women with my body. My childhood abuse and subsequent doubts about female eroticism had created in me the need to continually debunk these myths right from my days as a teacher in the girls’ college. Plus, my female butterflies had prepared me well, emotionally and physically for my abilities to continue down this life path.