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

Again, if this seems incredulous, this was the hippie generation of free love, ‘make love not war’, the pill and the resulting sexual freedom it now gave women. Plus and most importantly, an era dominated by a very heady and influential women’s liberation movement. These were turbulent times of changing sexual attitudes and mores. Young women were being encouraged to express themselves and experience personal ‘freedom’ and nudity and sexual experimentation was the norm for the era.

Janice was at the forefront of this movement and her influence in the college amongst the girls themselves couldn’t be underestimated.

My sex education colleague, Janice, then began to have a much larger influence on my sex life and was to become my next ‘Butterfly’ and further my knowledge of the female sexual psyche.

Thank God for women with a ‘healthy’ robust sexual appetite!

Janice had no experience of nudism, but was a child of the Feminist Movement and was forthright in her demands for sexual equality. As with most feminists and other extreme left or right wing radicals, she was an idealist and not a realist. The world needs radicals, to challenge the status quo, but we need rationalists to filter the crap from the truth and to make the final decisions. We would regularly debate the sexual spectrum between men and women, often resulting in heated opposition to each other’s point of view, but ultimately accepting that we’d agree to disagree. We also had a ‘pact’ to never leave after a debate with any angst in our gut. We quickly discovered that fucking was a great antidote to angst.

I’ve always been attracted to intelligent, challenging women and Janice was certainly in that category.

One of her fervent demands for sexual equality was the right for women to have equal access to male prostitution, should they so desire and without guilt or shame. Her forthright attitude and her ensuing exposition of all things female, eventually convinced me of its rationality and the catalyst for my entry into this occupation later in my life.

I could never have had a close relationship with Janice, she was too political and radical. However, we always agreed on the benefits of mutual sexual pleasuring and this led to some wonderful experiences between us.

Although I had resolutely resolved never to have sex with any of my students, I had no qualms enjoying sexual intimacy with any of the female staff, they were, relatively, my emotional equals.

A few weeks into the first of the sex education classes, Janice and I would meet for a drink after work. We’d discuss our reactions and emotions in educating these sexually curious young women. Janice had volunteered for her role, as she was adamant that young women should have equal opportunity to learn about the beauty of the human body. She hesitantly and I think begrudgingly admitted that the knowledge she’d be working alongside me was an incentive.

She lived not far from the college and eventually the incredible chemical attraction we felt for each other would lead us back to her flat for some heavy fucking fun a couple of times each week after work.

This mutual pleasuring certainly helped me dissipate my pent-up sexual appetite. I was continually inflamed by the heady absorption of female pheromones released during my regular naked displays intended to help educate sexually curious young women. In addition, the occasional overtly eager displays of naked pussies in my classes and around the college each day just accentuated my ‘inflammation’.

In hindsight I realised there was a risk that my moral mandate not to fuck a student could well have come undone had Janice not appeared on the scene.

Although we weren’t ideally suited in many emotional contexts, we were perfectly suited sexually. I would always wait for her to climax first, then share my orgasm, fully engorged and pumping globs of hot cum, pulsating deep within her tight, sweet, hungry pussy. I’d then tongue her clitoris to a wondrous wave of multiple orgasms. She was totally enthralled by the pleasures we shared and eager for more on a daily basis. My appetite or abilities weren’t as regular, so two to three times each week, sufficed for me, initially.

I also found Janice to be an ideal physical partner for our fucking fun. The few women I had enjoyed sex with to this point all had varying vaginal length and girth. I often found I’d have to be very careful in thrusting with women who had a shallow or narrow vagina. Just as size varied in men, I was learning that it was equally so with women. Toni had alerted me to this caution early in my sexual exploits. However, it wasn’t until I began my fucking career that I gradually realised the reality.

I was to realise later in my life that young women, in particular, needed patient stimulation to allow their vagina to fully expand to comfortably take the girth of my cock. There’d often be wide-eyed caution in a woman’s eyes when she first saw my fully erect cock.

Janice, however, had ample vaginal capacity and was quickly stimulated and seemed to comfortably take almost every inch of my fully engorged, erect cock and enjoy it immensely.

With Janice’s delightful sexual balancing therapy, I could maintain my resolve with my students throughout my many years at the college, despite their many and varied attempts to tease me till I wavered.

Janice was my age, and the school biology teacher, hence being a natural choice to be asked to tutor for the sex education course for the college senior students.

As a young female teacher, she also had a close connection with her students. She was at the extreme left edge of ‘radical’ feminism and had very strong viewpoints on equality and affirmative action for women. As a teacher in a girls’ school she had plenty of fervent ‘tinder’ in which to ignite many of her beliefs and behaviour.

I should add that Janice was a very beautiful and arousing woman. She was a tall, sinewy brunette. Her long dark eyelashes veiled captivating blue eyes that entranced most people, male and female, that she met. Coming from a repressed sexual background I couldn’t help feeling totally absorbed by her relaxed manner with sex. I was learning so much about female sexuality from her and as it was to eventuate, learn so much, much more in our ongoing association.

I knew that Janice also had regular interviews with Sister Mary. I’m sure her radicalism was both a boon and a barrier to her employment in the college. Good qualified Science teachers were almost as rare as Mathematics teachers and being female aided in her employ. However, Sister Mary was keeping a close eye on Janice’s integration in the college environment.

During one of our staffroom chats Janice mentioned that in her discussion with students from the boarding college she was becoming aware of the immaturity and lack of knowledge some of them had about sex. She was keen to help these girls avoid some of the unfortunate temptations and traps that awaited a naive young woman in society. She wanted to organize more extensive ‘private lessons’ for these girls, giving them knowledge beyond what they were getting in the sex education course. Knowing Janice as I did by then, I could well imagine the very explicit chats she would have shared with her students. She, like me, was only a few years older than our students and hence we could relate often as peers in many discussions we shared.

Apparently, Janice had mentioned this request to Sister Mary during one of her one-to-one chats. She had explained that these girls had NO contact with males while at boarding school and she seemed aggrieved that they were totally disadvantaged in developing their sexual knowledge. From the way Janice was now discussing the issue with me, led me to believe that Sister Mary had given qualified agreement to what she was about to ask me.