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

Both parties were wild successes and I was gleaning some intimate knowledge of female fantasies from these experiences.

At Bev’s sex toy party, because of the size and girth of my cock, it was suggested that rather than use a dildo, why not use a real cock to test and demonstrate some new flavoured condoms. A few women became highly excited to see if they could apply a condom on a real cock.

After successfully applying their condom, they were very keen to test its flavour. This proved to be a highlight to the hilarity in the evening and everyone became extremely aroused by this display of oral and tactile intimacy with my cock – especially me – which became obvious to everyone else. As detached as I was from their taste testing, I and everyone else, watched with amusement, as one by one, these three women hungrily placed both hands around the shaft of my cock. Looking as if she was about to strangle it, one licked and sucked the top few inches of my hood and shaft as she enjoyed her ‘flavoursome’, meaty meal.

Although mostly academics, this group of women were totally uninhibited.

There were loud hoops and hollers around the whole room, as I gave a pretense of an orgasm as they voraciously sucked my hood.

That was one wild party and both Bev and I were still a little flummoxed the next day. We laughed as we told Suzanna about what had happened at the party. Bev had no idea that her three work colleagues who had given the fellatio demonstration were so outrageously erotic.

“It’s always the quiet ones?” Bev laughed.

Two years later I gained a position as a teacher in a girls’ Catholic college in an inner-city suburb of Sydney. Not only were my students all female but the whole staff, except for myself, were also female, either predominantly nuns or female lay teachers.

I was the lone male amongst over 1000 females!

I guess to some men that might sound like a perfect fantasy. However, the reality was completely different, and at times quite confronting. It took me some months to adjust to being surrounded by so many females.

The College Principal – Sister Mary, interviewed me for the position. As well as my academic qualifications and teaching experience she seemed unusually interested in my social background and other interests. I was still a professional footballer at the time and State Grade squash player and supremely fit.

As her questions become more personal, I offered the fact that I was also a keen nudist and active member of a large nudist club in Sydney. I have always believed that trying to hide something is a sure way for people to assume there is something wrong with it. I had no moral or social doubts about the value of nudism and could see no reason to hide my lifestyle. I also had the assurances that many religious clerics were avid nudists, including the Catholic priest, Fr John, whom I had met at Woodlands Nudist Club.

To my surprise Sister Mary was not the least bit perturbed by my disclosure and in fact gave me the impression my choice of lifestyle was a ‘plus’ in regards to my employment. I thought no more of this until later in my employment.

My teaching career at the college began normally. I was employed as the Senior Mathematics Coordinator, and teacher of the advanced mathematics courses to Years 11 and 12 classes, as well as an occasional Year 10 advanced maths class.

When I got this job I moved to Sydney’s Eastern suburbs at Bronte Beach. A few weeks after I began my employ I was relaxing one Sunday at a nudist club, called Hesperides, near Terry Hills to the north of Sydney. I had travelled to the club with two friends, a married couple. As I sat enjoying the sun, I suddenly heard a shout from behind, “Sir, Sir, fancy seeing you here!” As I turned I noticed a Year 10 student of mine, called Shelly, running towards me. Yes, incredibly, this was the same Shelly, the sister of Juliette with whom I’d shared a wonderful canoe paddle and who had opened my eyes to female sexual desires of women my age.

Shelly was at Hesperides with her parents. I hadn’t recognized Shelly in my class at the college, as I’d only been her teacher for just a few lessons by this time. Plus, I didn’t really take that much notice of her when I met her with her sister Juliette. At that time she was just a skinny little kid. Now she was 16 and into the full blossom of her emerging femininity. I also fully appreciated the stunningly beautiful buxom blossom she had become.

She introduced me to her parents, who did recognize me and were very friendly and happy to know that I was now Shelly’s teacher.

I must admit, I was a little flummoxed by this unusual situation. I was now her teacher and becoming familiar with one of my students in a nude environment. However, the more we chatted, I became quite comfortable with the experience. I got the sense that Shelly and Juliette’s parents, who had raised their two daughters through the Swinging Sixties, were quite alternate and open in their thinking. This explained their indulgence with their eldest daughter enjoying a sexual adventure with me at the nudist convention. I could sense they encouraged both their daughters to fully explore their sexuality. Shelly was to prove how adept she was as an ‘explorer’ later in my association with her and to prove her effectiveness as my ‘Butterfly’.

Shelly was a very intelligent student and the next day in class she showed how relaxed and cheeky she could be with her nudity.

The school uniform during this period was totally influenced by the mini skirt fashion of that era. All schoolgirls wore their tunics hitched as far ‘north’ as was discretely possible. The college rules were that no girl should have her skirt hem any higher than six inches above her knees. Although it was occasionally policed, this rule was never remotely followed. In all my classes, I was always confronted by girls seated at their desks displaying an array of brightly coloured knickers, with telltale camel toe crease at the crotch. This fuzzy display of teenage fanny, inadequately covered by a mini skirt inching toward her waist when she sat down, roused my gaze from under each desk. I enjoyed this enchanting display in my early days of teaching, but eventually it became very familiar and ‘normal’.

Shelly, however, was the ‘alpha’ female amongst her peers and she became the first of my students to test my resolve as their teacher and counselor.

The day after our meeting at Hesperides she moved to the front of the class, with her skirt as usual hitched up around her thighs, but now with absolutely no knickers. At first I didn’t notice her ‘display’ as I went about the usual teaching drills at the start of each class with my back to class and writing a short quiz on the blackboard. As I turned to watch the class begin their lesson, her fully shaved charms hit me square between the eyes and I did a ‘double take’ to confirm what I had seen.

She sat slouched in her chair with her pussy fully exposed and her legs resting lazily apart under her desk. She sat the whole lesson like this with a smile on her face as broad as the intriguing, cheeky ‘vertical smile’ between her legs.

After my initial surprise, I attempted not to notice while a whole range of thoughts of what to do next raced through my head. I was still a relatively inexperienced teacher, with only a few years in the job. I kept trying to think of what the correct ‘protocol’ was for such a situation. Of course, there had been nothing in my teaching training manuals to address such an issue!

Eventually, considering the relaxed chat and ‘exposure’, we had shared the day previously at the nudist club, I came to appreciate the ‘tease’ for the innocence of both the action and the perpetrator. As the rest of the class were busy working, I stood next to Shelly and whispered in her ear, “As much as I admire your charms, you do know you’re very cheeky, and this is not the time nor place to display them, don’t you!” She looked up at me and smiled ever wider and with a coquettish look went back to working. I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time Shelly was to ‘test’ me, but I felt a reasonable confidence, knowing her as I did, that she would be sensible in her behaviour and not compromise me elsewhere.