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

This was going well with ‘Ms Number One’ – her name I can’t remember. However, I’d always personalize this intimacy by chatting to her and use her name. I asked her what Robyn had mentioned about the fee. She surprised me by saying that Robyn was paying for all of them!!!

As our fucking continued I noticed more and more women were gathering to watch from the pool doors. Soon it seemed the whole party of women had filled the room and were casually watching and enjoying our shared fun, while they continued to drink. Again, I had no problems with an audience, but I did ask Ms Number One, if she was comfortable. By this stage she was almost ready to cum and didn’t seem to care either.

Due to time restraints each woman was only able to enjoy the single orgasm and when they’d cum and recovered, they’d dutifully get up to allow the next women to take her place on the bed. It was all very civilized and slightly eerie.

After about twenty minutes Ms Number One had been replaced by Ms Number Two and so on for the next hour or so. The parade of naked female spectators from the party continued to come and go through this time. After Ms Number Six had enjoyed her orgasm, the room began to empty and Robyn appeared to escort me on to my next performance… the climax to the day…. my climax!

As a healthy, fit and active man I had developed amazing resiliency in my sexual capacities. Despite just having fucked – and admittedly only briefly satisfied six women and having blown my bellows into Patty’s hungry cunt, I was still feeling confident of my abilities to perform another of, what was becoming, my famous ejaculation performance to please this group of very happy and horny but ‘sophisticated’ women.

My harem mistresses and associates during my teaching career had introduced me to what was possible with my projectile ejaculations and how an erotic presentation of this propensity would definitely please a female audience. Over time and trial and error, with my harem sisters’ encouragement, I had also discovered some unusual exercises involving my pelvic floor and phallic muscles to improve the distance I could achieve. I would regularly do these exercises while either peeing or before, during and after I ejaculated to increase the ejection distances of my cum. I also came to understand my body’s physical limitations and natural ejaculatory reserves.

Also by studying female ejaculation with my teaching ‘sisters’ and later my many escort clients, I developed an idea of the biological basis for this gift. Male and female ejaculations have similar commonalities and this study improved both my personal abilities as well as my skills in facilitating female ejaculation.

I was escorted to the ‘serving’ stage and Robyn announced my performance. Patty kindly volunteered to assist me on stage and everyone grabbed a chair and gathered in closer to get a better view. Although I was more than ready to cum then and there after fucking six beautiful willing women, I extended the eroticism of my performance to maximize the tension and enjoyment for my audience.

At this stage of my life I estimate I was at my physical and sexual peak, in terms of propensity for ejaculations and ability to control my arousals. As a nudist I always had an all-over tan, was supremely fit and my body was well developed, muscular and athletic.

I had stamina to burn!

Hence, even though I had been sexually active for most of the afternoon, and now nearing five hours of performing and fucking, I still felt totally at my peak. I really could go all ‘fucking’ night – and often did when party bookings and escort work combined in the one day.

Everyone was by now well and truly drunk. After just having enjoyed the fucking performances, comments from the crowd were getting crude and rude. The women who had previously seen my show were purposely standing at the rear of the crowd of women gathered around the stage. They were now quite rowdy and getting slightly obnoxious and crudely challenged my capacity to be able to squirt cum on them in the back row.

This squirting talent I had developed did bring out very basic instincts in women. In an inebriated group a woman’s normal behaviour monitor is often disabled and her primal instincts surface. In the female subconscious, a man’s capacity to ejaculate is linked directly to his abilities to impregnate. Hence the sight and propensity of his seed triggers in women an sub-conscious instinct to judge a male based on this virility. By overtly performing this erotic masculine function, I fully realised I was opening myself to these very basic and demeaning comments. Hence, I made allowances for women like this during these performances and either just ignored them or invited the woman or women making the most demeaning comments on stage with me. To the encouraging cheers of their peers I’d challenge them to wank an orgasm out of me to their best of their ability.

All women believe it is easy for them to bring a man to climax. Most have been disappointed by premature ejaculation by their partners in their youth, or by men rolling over and going to sleep before she has even gotten to ‘first base’. So how difficult can it be to get a man to cum whenever she wants?

However, as I was easily able to control my ejaculation, I could make them ‘sweat’ just a little in front of their peers. This usually had the desired effect of diminishing the offensive comments.

I invited my two hecklers at the back to join Patty and I on the stage. They were quick to respond and without much invitation began to wank and suck and lick my cock and balls to their hearts content. I played along and pretended I was on the brink, encouraging them to try harder. This brought most women to jeers and cheers at the girls’ frantic efforts to make me cum.

Timing was essential for this climatic performance and letting the tension build too much could have the opposite effect on its reception. So, finally, I sensed it was time for the crescendo that everyone was anticipating. I had a special spot on the hood of my cock that when I quickly flicked it a few times, it would ‘flick the switch’ for my ejaculation. I’d only ever met one or two women who could repeat this exact same intimate technique.

I took my cock out of the girl’s hands and invited them to jump back into the throng of women below us as the performance was about to cum to a climax. I shouted to the crowd that on their count of ten there would be a ‘fucking shower of cum’. I then squeezed my balls and aimed my cock ready for a perfect parabolic release of cum. I shouted, “Are you ready girls?” “YES!” came back at me in a loud harmony of female voices. “OK, start counting.”

Collectively, the high-pitched chorus of female voices began ‘Ten…Nine… Eight… Seven…. Six…. Five…. Four…. (at this point the tension amongst them was palpable and a few women opened their mouths eager to taste my shower). Three…Two……………ONE! Here I cum, ready or not!”

On cue I released my mighty orgasmic load of my hot jism all over the crowd of screaming naked and semi-naked females hooting and hollering below me. Some women were ducking for cover, while others stood with eager open mouths trying to catch cum-drops from my spray. Others just laughed out loud or were totally stationary, engrossed by my body’s orgasmic rhythm.

My ejaculations continued for three or four more loads with each spray falling shorter and shorter of my original release. I did manage to hit those cheeky women from the back row and one shouted with glee ‘you fucking beauty, you got me’.

I was pleased that despite blowing a good volume of my load into Patty earlier in the day, I had managed to pump another good volume all over these appreciative partygoers. However, I was now starting to feel the loss of my manly fluids and had to sit down on the edge of the stage. My head was spinning and I was feeling weak and would have easily just fallen into a post orgasmic stupor had I not been working.