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

I again questioned myself over the situation that has just occurred. “Were these girls harmed by this experience?” I pride myself on my empathy, or ‘sixth sense’ for people’s feelings, a sense I inherited from my mother. I had no indication whatsoever that these girls had been in any way traumatized by this experience. In fact, I seemed to be the only one reflecting on the situation. The girls all had broad smiles on their faces and were sitting around chatting and laughing together as if what they had just enjoyed was as normal as breathing. There were many wide-eyed grins at me expressing their thanks for such a wonderful shared tryst.

As we relaxed and waited for the others to return they would occasionally throw a question in my direction. They were interested in a male’s opinion of a vagina – as there seemed a collective sense that their genitalia was not attractive. It also seemed that this was the first time some of them had had the opportunity, be it ever so brief, to closely compare their vagina to that of another. Lizzy and Shelly were now forthcoming of their nudist experiences.

I explained that labia vary in size as much as men’s balls do. “Labia are the vestige in a woman of testes in a man and vary in size accordingly in both sexes,” I said. The discussion soon focused on this. By this stage my nudity was not something that would raise an embarrassed girly giggle amongst this group. So feeling quite comfortable to do so for the second time that afternoon, I briefly dropped my shorts and stood up to show them how one ball hangs lower than the other to accommodate a man when his legs are together. Shelly, unsurprisingly and in the spirit of comparisons, then lifted her skirt and showed us all how one of her labia lips was much longer than the other. I smiled to myself at her eager demonstration, as she was never one to be embarrassed about anything relating to nudity!

It seemed our special sex education class wasn’t quite finished!

Shelly then encouraged them all to lift their skirts and compare labia. They all giggled but no one ever seemed to find anything Shelly said as being unusual and they all compliantly did so. As each girl lifted her skirt, or dropped her shorts and spread her legs to expose her labia they noted that indeed every one of them had one lip longer than the other!

Lizzy, who was almost as comfortable as Shelly with her nudity, confessed that she had always been really shy and embarrassed by the length of her labia. Hers were extremely long and hung like the petals of a flower well outside her body. She openly admitted that she thought it was because she often stretched them for pleasure while masturbating. Sue and Carly inadvertenly giggled at this – more from embarrassment of such an intimate admission than at Lizzy’s behaviour. I sensed that Lizzy was a little annoyed at her friend’s inconsiderate reaction. So to quell any tensions, I decided to deflect the mood by mentioning that it was very normal in women to have exposed labia and that many men, including myself, found this to be extremely attractive. That revelation surprised them all and they looked at me in disbelief, but it did seem to give them comfort!

I was aware how easy it would have been for me to have violated my resolved mandate and sexually penetrated one or more of these highly sexually charged young women that afternoon. They had given me ample indications that any one of them would have welcomed it. However, I was able to appreciate my moral obligations to them and knew this situation could not have developed any further than this exclusive demonstration.

Shelly then cheekily asked whether I ever got ‘turned on’ when she and some of the other girls hadn’t worn knickers to my classes. I gave then an honest response and admitted that the sight of their pussies was attractive, but not arousing for me. I had seen many pussies in my life and it was not necessarily the sight of her pussy that attracted me, but the situation and surprise of the ‘teasing’. They all laughed loudly at my admission.

I couldn’t stop my words before I uttered the next sentence, “I enjoy the sight of a woman’s cunt”.

There was a pregnant pause, before I spoke again!

I had become accustomed to using the word ‘cunt’ in a complimentary way, with the women at Woodies tennis and believed it to be the best word to describe the full compliment for a woman’s genitalia… clitoris, urethra, vagina, labia minor and majora. However, as I said it I realised that not everyone felt as comfortable with the word as I did. I quickly apologized for using the word. They again laughed, thinking I was a ‘square’. “We all use that word sir,” Lizzy laughed. “Yes, but it is often used derogatively and not graciously as I do!” I added. They saw my point!

I explained to them that the word ‘cunt’ originally was an Eastern term of respect and reverence for a powerful and spiritually enlightened woman and derived from ‘Cunti’ the Oriental Great Goddess, the Great Yoni of the Universe where all life came from and to where all life returned for renewal. With this new knowledge I hoped they’d have a different outlook on the word and I could feel comfortable using it in the future.

However, with my unreserved admission of appreciation for their ‘cunts’, I realised I was inviting further teasing in my classes – and I got it!

On our first lesson after the retreat weekend the girls played out the expected tease.

They all entered the room together and as they stood at their seats they all beamed a broad grin at me. Then in what seemed like a practiced synchronised movement they hitched their skirts to expose their ‘twat tease’. They couldn’t control their frivolity and laughed out loud as they each realised they had overcome their nervousness and completed their agreed mission. Sue and Carly, especially were beaming as they had never dared this ‘tease’ previously, while their other classmates were well practiced.

However, having now completed stage one of their well-planned tease, stage two was relatively easy. They then smugly sat down and spread their legs under their desks in their normal nonchalant schoolgirl fashion to fully reveal their charms to my gaze.

There was an extended pregnant pause in proceedings as they all then waited expectantly for my response, each of them grinning from ear to ear. I tried to keep a straight face as this highly arousing chorus line of teenage teasing played out. However, besides being extremely funny it was at the same time extremely arousing in this context. I could feel my loins stirring and my cock hardening as each stage of their presentation took place.

These honours lessons were held twice a week after school hours, so there was never anyone else in the building to be concerned about witnessing this unique classroom comedic performance. We were all appreciating the fun and tease that it was. However, I could sense that the girls were becoming very aroused, with the recently acquired confidence of knowing that I enjoyed their tease. However to my surprise I had also become highly aroused, by the sensuality and self-confidence of their presentation. I should add that after more than 12 months employment, any involuntary erection I ‘suffered’ while teaching had been fully appreciated as it was clearly defined within my tight trousers.

I think they were as surprised as I was with the emerging and now well-defined features of an erect cock in my pants. My ‘butterfly’ Shelly always sat in the front desk and was the first to comment on my bulge.

Shelly slightly startled me and everyone else, as she stood and broke the silence and pointed at my erection. She was so close that she could almost touch my bulge and with a wink and a smile and confidence beyond her years, in mocking and bold accusation quietly said, “Sir…. did our (she paused for dramatic effect to empathize her next word)… ‘cunts’ …do that?”