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

It didn’t take long for me to discover how this shared familiarity would lead to another ‘flap’ of Shelly’s Butterfly Wings.

During a weekend religious retreat for my 17 year-old students to the Southern Highlands of NSW, an incident further tested my resolve but also accelerated my enlightenment of the female psyche.

Two of my honours class students, Lizzy and Shelly – yes the same Shelly, confronted me one night during this retreat. I had also met Lizzy with her parents a few times at another Sydney nudist club. So I had a more intimate association with both girls, than was common amongst my other students in the college.

I was assigned as supervisor to a large house on the estate where the retreat was held. Fifty students were bunked in dorms in this house and I had my own room, with two single beds both with electric blankets. I got a sense of how comfortable students in the college had become with shared nudity with me when I arrived at the retreat on the Friday night. The girls had all settled in much earlier in the afternoon and by now were all sitting around either naked or semi naked in their underwear, watching TV in the common room, which was well heated by a roaring open fire. As I entered, not a single girl flinched to cover themselves or showed any emotion whatsoever at my entrance. Most casually waved and gave a cheery greeting.

After lights out on the first night of the retreat Shelly and Lizzy knocked on my door. It was explained to me that Lizzy was not feeling well and could she sleep on the spare bed with the electric blanket. Shelly said she would sleep ‘head to toe’ on the same bed to accompany her in the room. I was concerned for her welfare but also hesitant about the situation, but as the house was quiet and seemingly secure I agreed.

As we settled down Lizzy asked if I would please massage her neck to help her get to sleep. I agreed, after Shelly continued the plea saying ‘She’s gets bad pains before her period sir.” So, I got out of my bed and began the massage while she lay on her back in bed. The two girls had turned their electric blanket on high and gradually threw the blankets off as they got hotter, to reveal their charming naked bodies. This was obviously not a random action and I began to guess was well planned. So here I was – confronted by Shelly’s pleasing shaved pussy ‘smiling’ at me, and Lizzy’s bounteous boobs bouncing under my nose as I massaged her neck.

It was a ridiculously sensual situation and both girls could see my erection slowly growing. As this was a college situation and not a casual afternoon at a nudist club and I was now their teacher, I had to stop and feigned that I was getting cold and got back into my bed with an orgasm welling in my balls.

Not long after I turned the lights out, both girls began chatting to me in the darkness. The conversation began innocently enough about the weekend activities and moved gradually into personal questions about my life. I can’t deny the tone of their conversation was arousing me. There was an erotically inferred suggestion in their voices. Shelly and I had shared much more intimate situations and this was influencing the erotic direction of the discussion. She eventually asked about my erections during classes. They were both drenched with curiosity about male genitalia and my feedback on what it’s like to have a penis.

At this stage I was getting very ‘flushed’ and was grateful that it was dark and my raging excitement could not be detected. With the intimacy and opportunity afforded by our shared bedding arrangements, I could sense the temptations oozing through the

darkness. I tried to give a calm, mature response to their quizzing and I occasionally tried to deflect the conversation and suggest we all go to sleep, but they were persistent.

Eventually, it became obvious that these two girls were the ‘forward guard’ for a vast majority of the girls in the house and Shelly was once again their ‘leader’. She had obviously generated this interest. There had been a covert conspiracy amongst these 17 year olds, prior to my arrival that night, to get me to agree to a ‘pastoral care’ group discussion on the topic the next day.

I was a little concerned that I was being ‘set up’ for an embarrassing ‘gotcha’ by these two girls, so suggested that if they were indeed speaking for the whole group that as their Pastoral Care Supervisor, I would give an impromptu seminar on male sexuality in the lounge the next morning after breakfast and they could invite their interested friends. I suggested that those who wanted to come, should anonymously write their questions on a slip of paper and I would do my best to answer as many of them as I could. With their assignment completed, they were appeased and sleep then overcame the three of us!

The next morning in the communal showers a few girls who were showering a few metres from me, were excitingly discussing amongst themselves (but echoing loud enough for my ears) my promised talk and what they were hoping to learn (The house had only one bathroom – which I had to share with my female charges). I began to get a little apprehensive that this was indeed a genuine and much anticipated ‘lesson’ amongst my students.

After breakfast I dressed casually. It was now a beautiful warm sunny morning, so I wore just a loose pair of shorts, no jocks and a T-shirt. I moved off to the lounge room, which featured a large skylight, with sunshine filling the room. I could feel a wonderful soothing ambiance in this room and gradually melded into a comfy armchair. I casually waited to see how many girls would turn up and pretended that I was simply there to relax and read a book.

To my surprise the room quickly filled with giggles from most of the girls in the house. They too came dressed casually with most in shorts or skirts and crop-tops. Shelly got up and asked for quiet and then proceeded to explain that I was going to give the promised lesson on male sexuality. She collected all the questions and handed them to me. I was rather stunned at how well-ordered the assembly was and at first lost for words.

Girls squatted on the floor, or shared the seat and arms of the few other chairs. The ring of girls surrounding me emanated in a semi-circular pattern out to the walls of the room, where those who couldn’t find a spot to sit were standing.

My very first question was to ensure that everyone present was aware how sensitive this situation was for me and I needed a definite understanding that everyone was a willing participant. I received a universal show of hands and a room full of smiling teenage faces in confirmation.

I began to read the questions and answer them in the order Shelly had arranged them. I was open and honest about the information I gave. The girls were genuinely keen to learn and their fervent curiosity created an atmosphere of comfort and confidence and a rare opportunity for an exchange of information about male sexuality. As there was complete anonymity in the questions, I found there were no bounds in the language used and the information requested. One question momentarily stunned and amused both the girls and myself, “Do some men really fuck sheep when they get horny?”

As the time quickly passed I answered questions on the ‘how and why’ of male sexuality and arousal. I reflected many questions with a similar question of how they would react and respond physically and emotionally to many of their own questions. This was a rare opportunity for me to learn so much about female sexuality and as the mood relaxed the more extroverted girls were extremely forthcoming in their responses. Soon the room was hot with oestrogen and female hormones. It was very clear from the questions that every girl in the room had a raging curiosity about male arousal.