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

I was naturally curious! Janice explained that she believed that the college course didn’t give the girls adequate ‘life skills’ for dealing with the men they’d meet very soon in their lives. She believed that the girls should have a greater opportunity to learn the more intimate aspects of male and female sexuality and asked if I’d be willing to provide more intimate assistance.

In what I sensed was an attempt to placate my cautiousness she said that I would be an ideal facilitator for these girls. “You are obviously very comfortable with your body Michael and don’t seem to have any pretenses about helping our students learn about male sexuality.”

By this time I had been teaching for over two years at the college and had become totally relaxed with the girls in the senior school and with virtually any request regarding my sexuality. I had been made well aware that my body had become a valued teaching tool and my comfort and confidence with exposing and utilizing these unique ‘tools’ had transferred through to the girls. They had become equally relaxed to satisfy their every curiosity in the safe environment of the sex education classes. There was an obvious and natural interest and intrigue in male genitalia and masculine reactions. However, as teenage girls they had not as yet developed that more mature enthrallment and temptations for male sexuality that would come as they matured into womanhood. I felt respected and trusted and comfortable with virtually any request.

However, with the experience gained from my ‘intimate’ lesson with my honours class girls at the religious retreat the previous year, I was cautious not to transgress too far over the sensitive line between teacher and student. So, with a mixture of trepidation and excitement I was curious as to what Janice’s girls wanted to learn.

Janice explained that she had planned to invite a few girls, who had expressed an interest in an ‘extension’ course, to join us, if I agreed, at her flat for a few hours on the following weekend. “Sister Mary has given me permission to run this course, but it can’t be on the college grounds, we can only involve students who have turned 18 and we must get explicit permission from every parent,” she explained.

Janice explained that she wanted to give her girls a more scientific and ‘thorough’ education about male sexuality. “Are you able to express your feelings and sensations during arousal and answer their questions?” Janice smiled. “I’m intrigued,” I hesitantly smiled in return and then agreed to be involved. By this time I had appeared in a few professional performances at Sydney’s Ensemble Theatre and had developed a practiced ability to using my body as a performance piece, albeit not as intimately as I had at various times at this school. However, my acting skills and working with ‘theatre in the round’ (as was the Ensemble Theatre) were to become very relevant as to what was to occur.

What she didn’t know, of course, was that I had also experienced similar intimate ‘lessons’ with some of my own students previously, so was relatively comfortable with the request and what to expect.

Also, by now, it seemed that I had exhibited the most intimate details of my sexuality to almost every female over the age of 16 within the college complex. I had long lost any reluctance to utilize my nakedness to help answer the many wonders various young and older females had about the male gender. The appreciation I was afforded for my intimate revelations was truly splendid and doused many of my previous anxieties about sex.

So, Janice’s request for my cooperation with this group didn’t faze me one bit. I assumed it would be just a more ‘personal’ opportunity for these girls to understand more of what they had already learnt in their sex education classes with me.

When I arrived at her flat the following Saturday morning I was greeted by Janice and six of her students. I could tell the girls were glad that I had shown up and sensed they wouldn’t have been surprised if I hadn’t, judging by what they were expecting of me, but of which I was at this stage not fully aware.

As a true science teacher, Janice began the session with a very anatomical description of male and female anatomy and respective reactions during intercourse and orgasm. I was invited to give whatever input seemed appropriate from a male perspective and as the topics and discussion became more open and erotic and the ambiance relaxed, Janice moved into the next phase of her ‘lesson’ and asked me to strip.

The girls smiled and shuffled in their seats and flashed a sideways dance of eyelashes at each other as I casually removed each layer of clothing to finish totally nude before them. I couldn’t help smiling at them as my exhibitionist nature played with their senses and I watched their interest mount with each layer I removed. I was now playing a part as an actor on stage and teasing them and they reacted accordingly! They hadn’t witnessed me strip in front of them before. In the school sex ed classes I always wore a robe and just removed it when appropriate. However, my sense of fun had kicked in and I playfully teased their erotic senses while going from my street clothes to stark naked before them. I thoroughly enjoyed this opportunity to remove my teachers ‘hat’ with my clothes and ‘perform’ as an artist for this delightful and ardent audience. I sensed by Janice’s reactions, I was exhibiting just the right charisma for her agenda. When I was fully nude I sat on a large lounge chair facing the girls.

The initial expressions on the girls’ faces was ‘priceless’. There was wide-eyed wonder as they stared at my cock. Janice quickly dissipated some of the apprehensions that were building in each girl by assuring them that I was of ‘generous’ proportions and larger than most men they’d ever likely meet.

I now moved again from being a teacher to a male anatomical model and as it seemed the girls had been anxiously awaiting this stage in the lesson they all accepted this change in my role with ease and excitement.

This atmosphere was becoming much, much more erotic than I had ever experienced in the college sex education classes where I was the male model for either the nuns or the senior girls. In the college courses, there were always a few other female teachers or nuns in attendance and their presence always tempered any hint of sexuality or eroticism with my nudity.

However, here I was fully exposed in a room with just six 18-year old girls and Janice. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable with the situation, as I sensed the level of female pheromones rising in the room. Plus, Janice didn’t seem to be offering the expected role of moderator to the session. In fact, her sexual energy was rising even greater than the girls and I sensed she was ‘feeding’ off their energy and was now also highly aroused. I was becoming concerned that there didn’t seem to be any restraint to the eroticism that was developing. In all other situations where my nudity had been exposed, I had always felt ‘in control’ and comfortable. However, now I was at Janice’s mercy and the eager expectations of my female audience.

Janice invited the girls to ask me any question they wanted. She explained that this was to be a unique opportunity for them to get open and honest answers to their questions and concerns about sex.

Although I was the only naked person in the room, I didn’t at first feel any discomfort. However, the obvious erotic fervor that was developing was causing me some concerns. I assumed that Sister Mary knew of this ‘experiment’ and my every response would be relayed to her in some form or another. Janice, however, showed no similar reticence.

The girls were initially shy to ask the burning issues they had floating in their frontal lobes, so Janice took the initiative and began a discourse of her reactions to feeling a man’s cock engorge her pussy. She explained to the girls how to arouse a man, but also how to ‘hold’ his ejaculation till she was satisfied. She also anticipated the question of ‘size’ and comfort in intercourse. Everyone in the room knew my nickname and now knew how I had got it.