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

“Don’t be overly concerned if you encounter a cock this big,” she reassured the girls as she placed her hand around the girth of my cock, as if to indicate that mine was wider than normal. Sensing their concerns, I added, “A good lover should be aware of your concerns, if not, make him aware and get him to go slow.”

Janice then took my cock in her hands with such a natural abandonment that the girls all drew a collective breath at her brazenness. Of course, they weren’t aware that by now this familiarity between us was an almost daily occurrence after school hours.

Although the girls’ embarrassment was blatantly obvious to ‘Blind Freddy’, Janice was oblivious and went about her demonstration without an ‘excuse me, please or thank you,’ in my direction.

Gradually, the girls’ manner changed from mild shock to amusement at Janice’s dexterity and familiarity with male genitalia. They were now obviously impressed with her ‘experience’ and began to afford her much more acclaim than as just their ‘mere’ science teacher.

For my part I was like a ‘stunned mullet’ and smiled in confused amusement at the situation that was developing in the room. I was initially concerned that we had already gone beyond the accepted limits for this ‘special’ class. However, I had underestimated the hidden ‘maturity’ of these young women. With the lid obviously now totally blown on the topics for discussion they soon became quite animated and explicit with their questions.

I was asked about my erections, what it feels like to cum, what does sex feel like for a man… and the questions keep coming. Soon laughter replaced the shyness and the girls were now interrupting each other and giggling with questions.

I answered each question as best I could, trying to keep as straight a face as possible with some of them. Janice would often answer a girl’s question with one of her own. “How would you react to that question, if you were a man?” She’d ask a girl. This got them thinking about the sexual similarities between male and female and gave them a better sense of how to answer their own curiosities.

Eventually, the girls ran out of questions and Janice suggested we take a break and enjoy a drink. I saw no reason to dress, so stayed naked as we all sat around chatting. The contentment in the room was beguiling. There was still an obvious interest in my nakedness from every girl, with occasional glances in my direction, as they chatted amongst themselves, as my cock and balls moved in natural rhythm. During the question and answer period my cock occasionally rose and fell and now was oozing a slight stream of fluid as it relaxed. This intrigued many of the girls and their focus returned to my genitals. I was asked shyly whether this fluid was cum. As I considered how to adequately answer the question, Janice quickly explained that it was a ‘pre-cum’ that men get as they get aroused. She went on to give a full description of male arousal and ejaculation as I smiled and watched each girl visualize each faze with my cock.

While we drank coffee and soft drinks, Janice casually asked me if I’d mind showing the girls a full erection. In the spirit of what she had just explained to the girls, it made obvious sense and she knew of my ability to get an erection at will. However, she asked the question so casually that I’m sure most of the girls were unsure if they had heard right.

I was perched on one of her kitchen stools and was also slightly stunned by the calmness of her question. I mumbled and spluttered a ‘Yes, if that’s what the girls would like to see?”

“OK girls gather around, I think you’re going to enjoy this next lesson,” she said with a wry smile on her face.

The girls started to shuffle around me as their anticipation began to grow geometrically. “Michael is kindly going to show you how a penis grows from flaccid to erect.” She announced. Three of the girls shuffled their stools directly in front and lest than a metre from me while the other three stood watching over those girls’ shoulders.

I mentioned that what I was going to show them was the mechanics of how a penis gets erect. I explained that I had an ability to make my penis erect at will and that this skill is not usual for a male. So, with everyone watching intently I closed my eyes and focused my attention on a past memory. The fact that I had the undivided attention of these highly aroused teenagers made the process that much easier. Within a minute my cock was fully erect and arching toward the ceiling from between my thighs.

As I opened my eyes I was bemused again by the wide-eyed, open-mouth stares from every girl in front of me. They were totally mesmerized by my erect cock.

In her blasé manner Janice broke their trance with an attempt at a joke, “This is Michael’s extra foot, girls!”

They all laughed, but we could both tell they didn’t really understand the context.

“Can we touch it sir?” one girl asked!

“Yes, of course!” I replied and they all hesitantly reached out at the very same time. As hesitancy gave way to overwhelming curiosity they began running their fingers up and down and grasping my shaft to experience this unique and rare sensation for them.

Questions flew thick and fast and I again did my best to answer them as my cock slowly became flaccid once again.

With no more questions forthcoming, we ended the class. The girls were full of appreciation and as they left they each individually thanked me for this special opportunity.

After they left, Janice roused me again, as from then on she was constantly to do and we fucked each other thoroughly. She was a most unusual woman and I was most attracted to her individuality, radicalism and fervent sexual spirit. However, she was not the woman, I’d have taken home to meet my mum and dad!

That night at home as I rested in bed, it struck me that I was becoming very comfortable exhibiting such an intimate aspect of my being – my erection – for the pleasures of women, of all ages.

I traced back in my mind all my erotic adventures. Beginning with my teenage days entertaining crowds with my stripping routine as a hypnotist’s stooge. This was followed by the learning antics with the Woodlands tennis women and Toni’s assurances of my Goldilocks endowment. Then came assisting Gracie, my Year 12 ex-student, with her sexual education. I had then grown extremely comfortable masturbating for the pleasure of my housemates and those waggish erection and ejaculation performances for all their friends and my female football team.

Now, I was doing the exact same thing in this girls’ school! First for groups of nuns and then senior students and earlier that day even more intimately for a small group of 18 year-old girls.

I questioned myself as I lay in bed that night, over and over again…. ‘Why?’ Why was I doing this?

I could honestly say, that a part of me was enjoying the attention and fame that my ‘skills’ were attracting. However, there was another part of me that felt totally impassive about the whole thing.

I had never seen any of this as being immoral or hurtful to anyone, but were these young women today being subjected to a subtle abuse that could harm their psyche in the future?

A cock is just a part of the human body and I just happened to have one that I’ve been told is attractive to the opposite sex. So, why not share that facet, just as a model shares her beauty in photographs or an actor shares a particularly unique talent? I was not seeking to take advantage of anyone by using this facet of myself, or subject anyone unawares to my cock. In fact, I had always been happy to share without recompense of any form, other than self-satisfaction from affording pleasure to others?

So, why was I concerned?