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

That changed 20 years later!

In my fourth year at the college, Janice left to take up another teaching position. She continued to live nearby, so we would catch up, from time to time, for a friendly fuck and occasional threesome with one of her current ‘squeezes’.

Her position in the sex education course was taken over by, Susan, her young replacement on the science staff. However, we had no sexual chemistry and were simply friends and colleagues in an unusual teaching partnership.

Susan was incredibly shy and I often wondered whether she had volunteered or wasn’t given a choice to take over Janice’s role in the sex education classes. The first time she saw my cock during our ‘rehearsals’ for the course in her staffroom, she almost fainted. I had to stifle my laughter at her reactions as she seemed genuinely uncomfortable. However, she assured me she was OK and we continued. Her natural hormonal energy invigorated her interest. Gradually after an hour of touching my cock and balls, revising the lesson she had to give, she became very comfortable with the intimacy and seemed to be enjoying it.

My next two years of teaching were wonderful. Life was sweet!

I continued to enjoy my sexual friendship with Margaret, Rose and Silvia, who continued teaching at the college. It was purely sexual for each of us and we did continue our very close bond through that time. No one knew we were ‘fuck buddies’ and the four of us preferred it that way. I also enjoyed the occasional sexual liaison with a few of the other females on staff, with whom I’d come to know intimately at various parties.

As each new group of girls entered the senior school from the juniors, I was challenged by the usual ‘teasers’ with no knickers in class, tricks on retreats and school camps, and many other amusing experiences. Each girl thought they were the first to ‘try it on’ (that should be ‘take it off’) with me and watch my reactions. By now I was totally immune to this ‘teasing’ and this intrigued them even more to persist longer with their pussy teasing. I had become a ‘fixture’ in the school and all staff and students were as comfortable with my presence in any intimate personal situation as they would be had I been female. My maleness was never a concern when it involved nudity – mine or theirs.

Sister James confided in me once during a conversation on the convent rooftop that everyone in the college saw me as a charming and trustworthy example of the sensitive qualities in men. They also appreciated the fact that I was comfortable and poised enough to offer them a delightful and rare opportunity to safely enjoy and enlighten themselves on male sexuality and physicality.

That was the most wonderful compliment I’d ever been given and I’ve never forgotten that day!

The sex education courses for senior students remained a highly popular course. In addition, I’d often be asked to assist with ‘catch-up’ sessions on male sexuality for new initiates into the convent or for those nuns, keen for a revision.

I developed some very close platonic relationships with a few of the younger nuns, thanks to the regular conversations and nude recreation I enjoyed with them on the convent rooftop.

I remained at the college for a total of five years, before accepting a position with the NSW Department of Technical and Further Education (TAFE). My reasons for my resignation were many and varied. Despite my valued position at the college and the wonderful times I had enjoyed, I could not see a future for promotional advancement in the Catholic teaching system, as a non-Catholic.

Sister Mary left me in no doubt that she was completely devastated by my resignation. I often wondered whether the sex education courses continued after my departure?

To this day, I regret that decision. Those years at the college were the best years of my life and I know I learnt so much more than I had ever taught my students, either in mathematics or sex education. If there had been an external final exam in female sexuality at the end of my five years employment, I would have achieved First Class Honours!

After enjoying many years of both emotional and physical intimacy in this all-female domain, I was to move into what could best be described as a sexual ‘feast to famine’.

In this short period, I had moved from total ignorance to relative understanding of the female psyche and sexual appetites.

I met my wife-to-be, Fran, while shopping in a hardware store where she worked part time while studying full time to be a teacher. She was an extremely attractive woman with beautiful blue eyes and long blond hair that reached to her waist. I was totally smitten!

We dated for a few years, while I taught at TAFE and she completed her teacher training studies.

During this time, I had no interest in ‘chasing’ other women and was quite content to spend my spare hours in her company and we enjoyed a ‘good’ sex life together. She was obviously sexually inexperienced but I was untroubled by her lack of ‘skills’ in the bedroom.

We married and lived in the Sydney Eastern Suburbs. I firmly held onto my marriage vows to ‘love and honour’ Fran and was happy to become monogamous. Early in our marriage, an Anglican Priest who enthused me to undertake adult confirmation mentored me. I then became very involved in the Church and a committed Christian.

However, I was finding my work life extremely unsatisfactory. After the wonderful years of teaching keen and interested students I was faced with adults who had dropped out of school, for various reasons, and were now attempting to acquire qualifications to allow them to move into better jobs. There was little interest in classes and no interaction afterwards. Also, there was absolutely no camaraderie amongst my teaching colleagues. It was simply a factory process line of education and equally as boring! The blank, bored faces on teaching staff gave me the impression that ‘he/she looked as though the lights are on but no one’s home!’

Fran and I were attempting to start our family and with this in mind, I applied for a country appointment. We believed the city was not a healthy place to raise children.

I was eventually appointed to a country TAFE college as the Adult Literacy Officer. This position meant I had to reskill myself in literacy. So, I enrolled externally to complete a post-graduate degree in Reading and Language.

At the same time our family was growing. First came my beautiful daughter, then two wonderful sons.

During my 15 years on the NSW mid North Coast my life changed dramatically. To relieve my frustrations with my job and an unhappy marriage, I threw myself into my sporting activities and started many sports groups in the town. As well I was playing all these sports at the top level in the district. I became ‘Mr. Sport’!

However, from the first days of our marriage in Sydney, I sensed a difference in Fran. Although I was aware of her ‘inexperience’ I was starting to notice her lack of interest in sex. I had to initiate all sexual contact, which I became reluctant to do regularly.

My years at the girls’ college had taught me that women had an equal measure of sexual appetite to men. So, I assumed that Fran would eventually initiate some interest in our bedroom. I used my every skill my harem sisters had taught me to arouse Fran, with little reaction. I was confused and frustrated!

Not once in our 13 years of marriage did she ever initiate sex!

It’s the main reason I became so involved in community sporting activities and my studies. I also became interested in the media and began a volunteer job at the local community radio station.