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

I keenly anticipated our gathering the following Friday.

The group had predetermined that to ease some of their doubts about involving a male entertainer in their collective that they would like to see some of the performances I did for my party bookings. Robyn suggested my ejaculation trick, but I thought it would need to be left till last if they were still keen to see other tricks.

In addition to my sporting talents, I had become quite a proficient dancer and regularly did jazz ballet and ballroom classes. I was also a very proficient linedancer and competed in national competitions.

I had incorporated my dancing skills into my party bookings and proceeded to give them a brief strip tease dance routine, without music. Once naked I suggested my dick tricks. These always bemused women and bisexual women seemed to particularly enjoy the ridiculousness of the puppets male genitals can produce. I also mentioned my puppet tricks, but as I didn’t have my kit with me, I wouldn’t be able to show them. I did briefly describe the puppet show and they seemed intrigued and keen to see it one day.

They were happy to see my dick tricks though. However, as I didn’t have my penis pump with me, I had to go to plan B for my warm up routine. This involved stretching and arousing my cock and pulling on my balls to increase their malleability. This alone caused them to break up into fits of laughter, so I knew I was on a winner with this group.

I ran through my repertoire fairly quickly and invited each of them to have a go at producing one or two of the easier tricks. Vicki, the eldest, I sensed was lesbian and although she had little interest in my genitals, saw it possibly as a way of demystifying her masculine nature. Watching Vicki’s enjoyment with my ‘puppets’ brought everyone to laughter. Some ladies were rolling on the floor in fits when Vicki stooped down to enthusiastically take a grip and nibble on my ‘hamburger’.

I was having a ball too as their laughter was genuine and infectious and I was under no pressure as I might be in a performance situation at a hen’s night.

Gradually, the game gave way to some further foreplay between two or three women. I sat and observed, rather than make any unwelcomed moves this early in my induction. I began self-pleasuring myself as I watched the intensity between women grow and listened as their orgasmic moans began.

tI had been a couple of days since I had enjoyed an ejaculation so I was well ‘back-up’ and I could feel the intensity in my groin. Robyn ‘sensed’ my tensions and came over and sat next to me. She asked if I was OK. I explained my situation. A ‘thought bubble’ flashed above her head and she immediately asked if I could now demonstrate my ejaculation trick for the girls.

“OK Michael show them your fucking amazing orgasmic skills.” She announced. It didn’t take me long as I was way too horny for my own sanity. I got them to do the countdown from ten. They all laughed at this request but looked at each other and started counting….slowly. I had to join them in the count to up the pace slightly as my load was on its way.

As the count neared ‘ONE’, I compressed my pelvic muscles a few times then released with a thrust. I shot my globs of hot cum all the way across the room covering most of the women sitting there. They were all startled and ducked for cover as my cum sprayed down on them like a rainstorm. I came again with another full load that sprayed out to again cover all of them. My next few spurts went harmlessly into the air. My orgasmic wave continued for another few pumps as I completed my performance.

“Holy shit! How did you do that Michael,” Vicki shouted. “Fuck me, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Charli giggled. “That’s fucking amazing, Michael. How long does it take before you could do that again?” Vicki asked.

The questions kept coming thick and fast. I couldn’t answer any of them at the time, as my eyes had rolled back in my head and I was till reeling from my body-shaking ejaculation. My pelvic muscles were also still pulsating in the final throws of orgasm. “Give him a break girls, he’s only a man, remember?” Robyn joked.

Veronica, kindly came over and began massaging my balls to reduce the aching I was experiencing after releasing their massive load. “I’ve done this before Michael,” she smiling assured me.

Her warm hands and even warmer company brought me back quickly and we sat together while she continued to massage my balls and play with my limp cock.

The others then moved over and sat around me and on the floor in front. Charlotte relieved Veronica of my balls as she sat between my legs and continued with a wonderful technique, while Veronica continued to play with my cock and occasionally stoop over to suck the remaining juices from the tip.

We all sat around and chatted for another hour or so. I found out much about their particular sexual likes and dislikes, fantasies and perversions. I also learnt that Veronica and Vicki both ejaculated and there was the occasionally squirting contest between them with everyone betting on the winner. I was told that I was now an official entrant in the next squirting contest but there would be a handicap system used to equate male and female propensities to give everyone a fair chance of winning.

It seemed that the frog in the well had finally jumped free and similarly I was now being groomed as a ‘full time’ member of the collective. Equally, I was enjoying the company of these women. I felt I had a similar sense of humour and sensitivity and equal sexual intensity as the women in this group and I was feeling comfortable to be inducted into their collective.

My next decision was how to juggle priorities with all these new opportunities?

Most of my escort clients were married women looking for a ‘one-night-stand’. Many were bereft of orgasmic pleasures in their relationships, which had become mundane and repetitive. He’d cum, he’d fall asleep and she’d then wank herself.

Out of desperation they’d book an appointment with me in the hope of enjoying a therapeutic orgasm and an opportunity to reassure themselves of their sexuality.

Most of these were daytime appointments and they’d come to me. We’d chat and relax and enjoy a drink. Often they’d fill their appointment with chatting and extend so that they could enjoy their original reason for booking – sexual satisfaction.

A typical client was Rosanne!

She was in her mid 30’s and been married for 15 years. She had two teenager kids and worked part time as a nurse at the Gold Coast Hospital. She still loved her husband, but their sex life was virtually non-existent. He was a workaholic and had his own building business. She admitted that she ‘faked’ orgasms regularly so as not to hurt her husband’s feelings. She lamented that she had never experienced a ‘real’ orgasm in her life. Many of her nursing colleagues often talked about orgasms but she found it difficult to believe them.

She was very nervous at our first appointment and felt both guilty and unsure whether she was doing the right thing.

I assured her that female orgasms were real and suggested she enjoy a yoni massage to ease both her feelings of guilt and skepticism. She seemed pleased with this option as it made her feel that she wasn’t really ‘cheating’ on her husband.

I stayed clothed for the yoni massage as I felt she would feel more comfortable.

After an hour of gentle stimulation of her yoni, she had still not achieved an orgasm. However, I offered to extend her appointment at no charge as I could sense her vagina becoming aroused. She obviously was feeling something as well and thanked me for the offer and we continued.