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

The nude sunbathing was regarded as a vital health measure for the sisters, regularly constrained in hot, heavy habits. The conditions under these habits in the heat of summer left little to the imagination. The appalling conditions they must have been suffering due to a combination of the heat and humidity and the sweat and discharges in their vaginal region. Thrush, candida or vaginal yeast infection, was it seemed a major problem for the female religious orders!

Whenever they could, every sister in the convent was encouraged to get a regular dose of fresh air and sunshine over their whole body. As my presence in their company became ‘normalised’ there was never any false modesty and each sister would casually relax to allow as much healing air and sunshine to bathe her suffering pudendum.

I was fully accepted into this privileged domain with only a hint of discomfit. As the ‘odd man out’, it seemed I was met by either appreciation or apathy to this naked ‘health retreat’. With the health requirement to expose as much of their vaginal region as possible, I was afforded a rare opportunity to indifferently acquaint myself with the vast display of hirsute genitalia. I could sense that many of my ‘sisters’ were intrigued by my shaved pubic region and occasionally during an informal chat, I was asked, ‘Why?”

It was no surprise to me to notice that none of the nuns shaved their pubic hair. There was no reason for them to do so. I’m sure if they’d known how unattractive a hairy muff looks – and if they were the least bit concerned – they may have decided on the shaving ‘fashion’.

It certainly didn’t concern me. I wasn’t there to admire their feminine charms – I certainly had ample opportunity for that amongst the many teenagers keenly or carelessly exposing their pussies to me in class and around the college, in addition to my many female nudist buddies at nudist clubs in Sydney.

I thoroughly enjoyed this wonderful unique opportunity to sit casually and totally naked, with young (and not so young) women and casually and unashamedly chat about anything and everything in the world. Religion was always a popular topic as was politics. It was the era just prior to the Whitlam dismissal, so politics was always a hot topic. I was regularly quizzed as to whether I would consider converting to the Faith. However, as an Anglican, I had difficulty accepting that Mary the mother of Christ was a saint and to be worshiped, so would deflect the invitation with ‘Maybe!’

Of course, we’d regularly chat about our students. I took the opportunity while lazing naked with two sisters one beautiful sunny Sydney Saturday morning, to ask whether they’d experienced girls coming to their classes without knickers. I was interested to know whether this was a ‘common’ phenomenon, or strictly ‘aimed’ at me.

“Yes, it’s not uncommon for a girl to remove their knickers while playing sports and not put them back on for class,” Sister James confirmed.” “Yes, it does happen occasionally,” chorused Sister Margaret. “Do they with you?” When I told them of some of the ‘teases’ the girls played on me, they both laughed with a knowing chuckle. “I’m not surprised, really,” chuckled Sister James. These two nuns had not that long ago been teenage girls and understood perfectly the sexual tricks girls that age can play. They weren’t in the least bit surprised.

“Does it bother or embarrass you?” Sister James queried concernedly. I told them that, as a nudist, I wasn’t in the least bit bothered and after a while their tease became rather commonplace. “The girls do eventually give up with their intentional tease, but often continue not to wear knickers in my class, accidently or otherwise, it seemed.” I added. I mentioned that many girls wouldn’t bother to put their undies back on after an active recess or lunch break and seemed totally relaxed with that state of ‘familiarity’ in my class.

“They are senior girls and they do know that you are a nudist,” Sister James offered. “So they obviously are feeling very comfortable with you.” She added.

“I can see no harm in their behaviour, really,” Sister Margaret said after a moment of contemplation. “It’s quite common, I believe, for many adult women in the community and even some of our lay staff here in the college, not to wear knickers so we don’t make an issue of it,” she concluded.

I knew some of the female lay staff never wore knickers, as it occasionally had been mentioned during casual conversations in the staff common room during discussions about the same behavior amongst students in the playground.

Many of my trousers were made of fine cotton material and during that era it was fashionable for men’s trousers to be almost skin tight, so an opaque outline of my genitals could be discerned under my clothing. It was even more so if I was experiencing an involuntary erection, when every feature of my engorged cock became clearly defined through the thin almost transparent cloth of my trousers. I had innocently long passed being concerned as no one ever commented or seemed embarrassed by my ‘show’. Although there was obvious interest in my ‘bulge’ from the females around me I assumed it was generally accepted that either male or female genital exposure was of little concern in this little corner of the world.

I was extremely impressed with the maturity of these two young nuns and grew even fonder of them. We went back to discussing religion and politics and other more interesting issues. I could also sense that from that discussion both Sisters James and Margaret felt much more comfortable in their naked state in my company. Over ensuing meetings on the rooftop garden they would be much more relaxed in my company.

After I had mentioned that, in my experience, most women ‘shaved’, Sister James turned up one day, sans pubic hair and smiled as she sat next to me. What ensued that day was a fascinating debate on the benefits and disadvantages of female depilation in our little group of naked nuns and me. I offered my ‘twopenneth’ opinion that, as a male, a shaved yoni to be more aesthetically appealing, which raised both a few eyebrows and chuckles simultaneously. “But it’s so ugly – Oh, I don’t mean yours sister.” Sister Margaret apologetically added in Sister James’ direction. Sister James was adamant that it “felt much nicer”!

Many of the nuns from the ‘closed’ order would sit meditatively on their own, reading or relaxing on one of the many chaises in the rooftop garden. Whenever, I was there, I made it a point not to disturb anyone, unless my company was requested. Often I would get a smile and wave to join two or three of the nuns and we’d just sit and chat quietly.

As history has proved, it is not natural to curb normal sexual desires. Most convents were experiencing ever-dwindling numbers as celibacy died a natural death. Sadly, I doubt this ‘window’ of enlightenment that I was privileged to enjoy at this unique Catholic venue, was never repeated elsewhere within the Catholic Church.

Eventually the Sex Education program for the convent nuns was to expand much more widely into a more comprehensive and formal course for senior students, aged 17 and 18 in the subsequent years that I taught at the college.

During one of our chats, Sister Mary mentioned that over the years there had been a regular request from parents to run a sex education course for their daughters in the college. Hence, due to the overwhelming success of the sexual familiarity seminars for the sisters in the college, there had been a proposal to do a similar course for the senior girls. She asked whether I would be willing to participate?