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

I tormented myself all night with these doubts, but had no way of satisfying them without further discussions with others.

I had assumed Janice had emotionally prepared her boarding school girls for the extra-curricular session that we had run and trusted her commonsense to ensure each knew the sensitivity of the class.

I was so wrong!

Janice was a true ‘free spirit’ and assumed the rest of the world thought the same as she did. If they didn’t then they needed to deal with their own insecurities and immaturity.

As we sat and chatted during a recess break at school the following week, Janice mentioned that she was going to discuss the option to organize more of these classes. I told her that I was hesitant to continue without knowing how the girls had coped afterwards. She said a few of them had spoken to her on the Monday back at work and said how wonderful the ‘lesson’ was and how much they appreciated us organising it for them.

I hadn’t come in contact with any of those six girls in the interim period so couldn’t verify that reaction for myself. Despite her assurances I still felt uneasy that these lessons took my ‘mandate’ in the school beyond that which Sister Mary and I had agreed upon.

I told her that I was concerned about the direction and explicit nature of the sessions and decided that I didn’t want to continue with them unless we could agree on an ‘acceptable curriculum’. Also, I wasn’t sure whether Sister Mary had spoken to her and despite ongoing later requests from many eager girls to both of us, we decided to ‘let the dust settle’ for a few weeks and see what eventuated.

During this time I was repeatedly pestered by some of the senior boarding girls about when we’d run another extra-curricular course. I’d often get ‘accosted’ by a few of these girls while I was on playground duty. They had all become aware of the content of the course and were extremely eager to be involved. Some even asked specifically if I was going to demonstrate male ejaculation in the next one. I was becoming convinced that our course had not caused any harm whatsoever and had in fact been highly successful.

There were about 20 senior girls resident in the boarding college. We eventually had a demand for two more extra-curricular classes that year as girls turned 18. My doubts had been fully appeased, after chatting to a few of the early inductees, that no harm had been caused to them. In fact, they all seemed very upbeat and positive about the course. A few even asked if they could attend again in one of the later groups, to which Janice and I agreed.

The next two sessions went very smoothly, especially as all the girls involved knew exactly the extent of the lessons. My erection was the highly anticipated topic that became the main topic in both sessions. Although, we anticipated only six to eight girls in the latter two sessions, many of the girls from the earlier sessions returned for ‘revision’. By the last session we ran, we had a dozen girls crammed into Janice’s flat.

Because of the success of the course, Janice ran a revision course, near the end of the year, for all girls who had done at least one session. She did a survey to see what they most wanted to know and almost unanimously, they wanted to learn about male arousal and ejaculation. Eighteen girls from the 20 senior boarders turned up! I was to learn that the other two were experiencing difficult menstrual pains on the day and didn’t feel well enough to attend.

I surprised even Janice, when I demonstrated my ‘hands-free’ method of masturbation as well as showing them how to use their own hands to stimulate a cock. The finale was ejaculation, which I managed to reproduce twice during the two-hour session.

After the first demonstration the girls were quite studious and respectful. However, after Janice starting telling jokes about cocks and balls, nearing the end of the course, my final ejaculation had them giggling, with smiles from ear-to-ear. “Thank you, so much sir! That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” was chorused in genuine appreciation from this room full of 18 year-olds.

There were about 50 females and myself on the teaching staff in the college. About 20 of the 50 teachers were nuns. The other 30 women had the full range of comfort with their sexuality. Some were very shy and inexperienced, others, like Janice who were ‘out there’ and highly experienced. The remainder filled the spectrum between these two extremes. I was sometimes very surprised to get an erotic invitation from some of the women on staff whom I had assumed to be at the ‘shy’ end of that spectrum, but who were indeed the polar opposite.

I still had little understanding of women in this regards. They still confused and intrigued me! In my life to this point I seemed to be attracting more erotically inclined females.

Janice’s ‘Butterfly Effect’ and the path she introduced me to, courtesy of this extraordinary extra curricular class, set the scene for more educational sexual experiences I was to enjoy at the college.

In the following weeks Janice asked if I’d be willing to donate some semen ‘in the name of science,’ for her senior biology classes to study. Hell! After all the other wacky sexual things this woman had asked of me, this seemed tame!

So, on the day she had planned the study I rode my bike via her flat. She’d then gave me a healthy dose of fellatio with a specimen jar at her side. As she held my balls and we both sensed I was about to blow my load she neatly pointed the tip of my cock toward the jar and I performed as requested, enabling her to collect her ‘samples’. The specimen was then refrigerated ready for her journey to work and the special treat for her students.

As I fully anticipated, Janice was to utilise my male reproductive system for practical lessons in her biology classes, a few more times during my years at the college.

Janice also introduced me to joys of multiple partners. She disclosed that she was bisexual and enjoyed threesomes and multiple female partners with a man. “Would you be interested?” was her question to me as we lazed, sexually spent one afternoon in her flat.

I had enjoyed a brief threesome relationship with two of my football girls and enjoyed it thoroughly and was keen to experience it again.

The very next day, Silvia and Rose from the science staff joined us at Janice’s flat. They had all been aware of my sex ed classes in the senior college and had known of the special nuns’ education program. They had heard of my nickname and were also intrigued by the rumours about my ability to get an erection on cue! They were all single women, but aged about ten years older than Janice and I. I’d estimate that Silvia was the oldest and although seemingly much older to me then, was probably only in her late 30’s at that stage. Rose was somewhere in her 30’s.

We sat and chatted and consumed liberal amounts of alcohol. Our discussion centred on the sex education course for both the senior girls and the nuns and my reactions and control. Amidst liberal amounts of erotic talk, liquor and laughter and intrigued by my nudist lifestyle, it didn’t take long for them to convince me to get naked, and demonstrate my erectile skills.

As usual, I was up for the challenge and as I sat beside them, I utilized my fantasies to produce my Goldilocks cock. They seemed impressed with my skills but as ‘mature’ feminists didn’t let it affect their poise. Equally, I resumed my composure and my cock became flaccid again and we went on chatting together as if nothing unusual had occurred.

As was usually the case, once a male had led, women would follow. So, once these women had adjusted to the ‘normality’ of my nakedness they gradually disrobed too as their hormonal energy increased.