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

Her sassy comment caused a ripple of mirth, as much from nervous relief as from surprise. I quickly gathered myself to respond to her cheeky challenge. To play along I turned toward them all, put my hands on my hips while thrusting forward with mocked sensuality to accentuate the bulge in my pants and said, “No! I get turned on by Mathematics!”

The release of tensions caused by her unexpected outburst and the eroticism of the whole scene and my reactions to her challenge, resulted in an outburst of belly laughter.

As the class finished that afternoon, I suggested to the girls that it best that they didn’t do another tease again as they’d need all their concentration for the hard road of studies ahead. They were all mature young women and could see the sense in my suggestion.

Our maths lesson suffered a slight interruption on that unique day. But my honours class girls did witness – intimately – that Mathematics definitely turned me on!

I genuinely admired these delightful young women, who, it seemed, were developing a much more mature appreciation for their sexuality.

As it was to develop it also wasn’t long before this relaxed attitude to sexuality amongst the senior girls would become part of a new sex education curriculum in which I would be asked to play a role.

I also recognized that there was an exhibitionist within me that enjoyed being the focus of female attention. Was this a result of my early abuse, now resurfacing for some resolution of the myriad confusions around male and female sexuality, that it had created within me.

I had been raised in an era of the all-pervading denial of feminine desires. Women had used this denial to wield power over their men and men had been brainwashed to believe its truth. However, I had been the victim of a woman’s sexual hunger as a child. This little chapter in my life began to make me seriously question how factual that principle was.

Here I was in a situation where my audience was getting as much from this as I was, but for very different reasons. I can still distinctly remember being captivated by their transfixed fascination of my male attributes and its myriad reactions to stimuli. I was also becoming completely comfortable utilizing my male attributes to help educate these young women and I felt no sense of embarrassment or perversion in putting myself in these physically vulnerable situations.

I came to realise that this was a win/win situation, where no one was being disadvantaged, used or abused and I was able to relax into the moment and deliver as much information and demonstration as they were eager to learn and watch.

This was educational exhibitionism on my part and educational voyeurism by these young women.

My trust in their maturity was not wasted as none of my honours class girls ever whispered a single word about these various episodes – an overarching recognition of the value they had placed in the experience. We did share other intimate and sexually educational experiences over the next two years prior to them completing their schooling. They also irregularly came to me for discrete personal feedback on issues such as relationships, condoms and cocks, amongst many other varied and intimate topics. Those mature young women became trusted friends during those years at the college. They eventually achieved brilliant results in their final external exams and I was to later learn, went on to either marry and/or have great careers.

In hindsight, I would not consider testing these situations again. It was a rare window into human nature that I was privileged to be a part of, but as anyone who has been abused will tell you, it’s usually the many negatives that outweigh the positives in sexual interaction between an individual and an authoritative figure.

However, the intimacy I had developed with my honours class girls wasn’t to end with this classroom tease. The following day, Shelly mentioned that Lizzy and her parents were planning to go to Hesperides next weekend and wondered whether I’d be there. I told her I probably would be and left it at that thinking no more of her comments.

The following Sunday, at Hesperides, I had got myself comfortable in the sun and was ready to ‘kick-back’ and read my book, when Shelly and Lizzy and the remainder of my honours class girls appeared from behind me.

“Surprise, Michael!” Shelly shouted and all the girls began to laugh.

“What are you all doing here?” I asked in a total state of shock.

“I convinced my parents to bring Carly, Sue and Karen with us to the club this weekend,” Shelly blurted proudly. “I told them you’d be here too and they were keen to see what nudism was like.”

Along with Lizzy who had come with her parents, this was my whole maths honours class now standing totally naked before me with broad, cheeky smiles on their faces.

They all sat down around me and I asked them what they were going to do all day. “I’m going to show them around the club first. Would you like to join us Michael?” Shelly said. I agreed and the six of us began the ‘Cooks Tour’ of Hesperides. Eventually, we found ourselves on the miniten courts (a version of half court tennis – popular in most nudist clubs). I showed them how to hold the bat (called a ‘thug’) and we stood three a-side across the net and hit tennis balls back and forward for an hour or so. We then all ended up in the pool and relaxed on the poolside soaking up the sun.

I was by now totally relaxed in their company and I could tell the newbies were feeling fully relaxed also.

“This is wonderful!” Karen commented. “I’m going to see if I can come more often, when there aren’t any tennis tournaments on,” she added.

They were all obviously enjoying the ‘sights’ of the array of cocks wandering back and forward. Shelly boasted about some of the larger and the tiny ones she had seen and they were engrossed in giggles and banter amongst themselves as I pretended not to hear.

Juliette then appeared and seemed a little jealous of the time I was spending with my girls and asked if I’d like to go for a walk with her. Shelly knew what that meant and passed a sideways smile to the others. She had obviously told them all about Juliette and my ‘adventures’ together. “Can we come, too” Shelly cheekily asked her sister. The look Juliette gave her, left no doubts about the answer.

I left the girls to enjoy their own company and headed off with Juliette to our ‘secret spot’.

About an hour later, as Juliette and I were fully engrossed in some extremely intimate contact, Shelly and the others suddenly appeared, quietly closing in on us without our awareness. I had an enormous erection which I could not hide as my five students stood there smiling and giggling to themselves at my expense. I was slightly bemused by the hypnotic attraction my fully erect cock had on them. They were obviously recalling the numerous times they had imagined what was hiding inside my pants when I was erect during their classes at school. All I could do was laugh and slightly tease them by subtly contracting my phallic muscles and producing a little dance with my cock. I asked to them to let Juliette and I have some privacy to finish what we were doing. Juliette, brazenly grabbed my cock, looked Shelly in the eye and said, “Yeah, piss off sis!” Shelly and the others giggled even more and refused Juliette’s agitated invitation. “No! We’re old enough to join in,” Shelly demanded and they giggled as they all sat down next to us. I sensed there had been careful planning amongst them to counter Juliette’s expected reactions.

Juliette, wasn’t fazed and called her sister’s bluff and said “OK, I’ll show you!” At this I interjected and told them, “I think we’d better take a deep breath girls, this is getting out of hand” – not realising the pun I’d just made. By this time my erection had well and truly ‘flagged’ and I was totally flaccid again.