Author: Oliver Newton Title: Villa Aphrodite, Chapter 1 Summary: Marcus applies for a teaching post at an unusual school Keywords: M, g12, g11, g8, b12, b9, nudity, ejaculation ======================== Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is a product of a fertile imagination. Under no circumstances does the author recommend or even suggest that a reader should attempt any similar behaviour or actions. Do not try this at home! ======================== The smart white Mercedes minibus with smoked windows and the wording "Villa Aphrodite" painted on the sides parked next to the island bus on the concrete apron of the ferry port. The driver, a tallish well built man wearing a straw hat, white cotton shirt, crisp linen chinos and elegant loafers, walked unhurriedly over to the café where he joined a policeman and the bus driver at a table under the awning and they passed the time of day while the ferry hove into sight around the point and began its manoeuvring to bring its stern up against the dock. To the three men it was a typical scene enacted every day, but to Marcus Parsons leaning over the stern rail it looked chaotic with much shouting, throwing of lines, thunder of engines and clanging of the stern ramp as it dropped onto the concrete dock. Marcus looked at the brown scrubby hills rising up behind the port and thought it looked rather different from the pictures in the brochure that featured white houses clinging to the skirts of an ancient castle, a curve of beach between cliffs and a sparkling azure sea and a grand villa surrounded by palm trees and Mediterranean pines. The idea of teaching at a school for international nudists on a Greek island had been enticing even if his natural scepticism had made him doubt that such a school existed or that he would be accepted if it did. He had seen a banner on a nudist site with the picture of the villa advertising 'Villa Aphrodite: a unique residential education for the children of international naturists'. He had clicked through to a well-presented website that featured images of a classroom with a view of the sea, a swimming pool surrounded by palms and pines, a grand room with french windows opening onto a balcony with a sea view that was clearly a girls dormitory, to judge by the beds with bright covers and the profusion of soft toys. Scattered through the text that were other images, of a beach below a cliff, a library and a big 'common room' with sofas, while the words described an education blending academic study with personal development conducted in an open environment designed to reinforce all the values of naturist freedom. The ferry's tannoy burst into life squawking instructions in Greek that Marcus didn't understand but interpreted as instructions to disembark. Hefting his bag he joined the people heading towards the ramp wondering if anyone else was going to the Villa and looking for the minibus he had been told to expect. As he crossed the concrete he realised another man and a woman were heading the same way. The man was quite striking, very fit-looking, probably early to mid thirties and with the tanned self-assurance of an athlete or model. The woman was perhaps a little younger, maybe late twenties, with the lithe, olive-skinned grace of a girl who had grown up in the Mediterranean sun. Marcus was almost tempted to turn around and flee as he felt pale and insignificant by comparison but the man in the straw hat forestalled his flight by coming across to greet the three with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Welcome to Kythira, Marcus and Leo," the man said, sweeping off his hat in a theatrical gesture, "I'm Michael, and welcome back Lydia." Lydia gave the man a hug and a kiss and opened the door of the minibus and climbed in. Leo and I helped Michael load the bags and then we were off. "What do you teach?" Leo asked after a minute or two. "Science," Marcus replied, "you?" "Languages," he said, "Spanish, Italian, Latin and Greek. I am Italian." 'Of course you are!' Marcus thought enviously. "What do you teach Lydia?" She turned in her seat and smiled, regarding him with interest, "French, History and Geography." "Lydia has just come back from Paris where she was defending her thesis." Announced Michael without taking his eyes off the twisting narrow road. "She will have her Doctorate soon." Marcus looked out of the window at the small village they were passing, a huddle of white houses around a church amidst a tumble of rocky terraced hills that seemed to be intensively cultivated; vineyards, perhaps, he thought and let his mind drift back to the series of events that had brought him there. His first interview had been in London, in a hotel near Paddington. It was a budget class hotel, decent but showing its age. He had known that he would have to be naked for his interview and didn't mind when Michael had requested permission to video it. Other than being naked in a down-at-heel hotel bedroom with a middle-aged man and a video camera, it was like any other interview. He was asked why he wanted to teach; what had attracted him to Villa Aphrodite; how long had he been a nudist; why was he a nudist; had he ever had sex in public; did he like to look at photos of under-age girls; what would he especially want his students to learn in his classes; how would he structure them; what sort of assignments would he set and how would he assess them. The interview lasted over three hours and left Marcus drained while the final request, 'would he please masturbate for the camera' stung him to reply "look, I have tried to answer every question honestly but there is no way I can get it up just for your camera." At that point Michael had grinned broadly, stood up and shaken Marcus's hand. "Don't worry, I just wanted to see how you would respond. Thank you for coming and I shall let you know in a day or two." When Michael phoned later that night Marcus almost didn't listen, he was so certain that the whole thing had been some sort of elaborate hoax or candid camera stunt. So when Michael said he was inviting Marcus to a second interview Marcus said 'thank you' and was about to put the phone down before the penny dropped. The second interview was held almost three weeks later at a nudist club near London. Marcus had been told to come prepared to teach three mini-lessons on Biology, Physics and Chemistry and that one should be a classroom lesson, one an experiential project and one a tutorial or discussion. He would be required to be naked throughout and to have removed all his body hair. On arrival he undressed and found Helen, a tall silver haired woman who introduced herself as the Directrice of Villa Aphrodite. Her assistant was one of her teachers, Damian, a young man not much older than Marcus who was as beautiful and hairless as a marble statue and endowed with a long foreskinned penis that would have been the envy of any Greek in antiquity. The 'class' Marcus was to teach comprised five children, Kate, Zoe, Abi, Phil and Martin, ranging in age from about seven to twelve. Marcus's classroom lesson concerned the states of matter and he used a transparent plastic box and a lot of marbles, representing molecules, to demonstrate that the relative number of molecules in a given volume helped explain states - very few and they rattled around the box easily and represented a gas; filling the container half full allowed the molecules to move, but in a more restricted way as in liquids, while filling the box meant the molecules couldn't move and that was what made a solid. That part went well, he thought, and the children paid attention and answered his questions as he would have expected. What he hadn't foreseen was that Phil would sit opposite him slowly masturbating, the glans popping in and out of the prepuce. Nor that he could hardly drag his eyes away from Kate's puffy nipples while little Abi sat with her thighs wide apart parting her labia and stroking her clitoris. Despite every effort to remain calm Marcus was fully erect by the halfway point and copiously dribbling precum by the end. The next lesson was about ballistics and for that they went outside, Marcus's erection subsiding even though his embarrassment remained monumental. For this he had a rubber band made out of a bicycle inner tube cut in half and a tennis ball. Phil and Kate stood a set distance apart and each held one end of the rubber band. Abi placed the tennis ball in the plastic bowl that Marcus had riveted to the rubber-band at its mid point and pulled back a certain distance and at a set height above the ground and let go, while Martin and Zoe recorded the distance to the point of impact. Marcus had had to assist Abi in getting the projection velocity and angle right and that involved delicious proximity to her sweet soft body and kept him hard and dribbling. Apart from losing two tennis balls this was most successful and the kids refrained from too much obvious masturbation and agreed that the force of projection was equal while the only variable was the angle of projection so finally concluding that some force must be acting on the tennis ball to account for the variation in range. Phil, who was absent-mindedly masturbating again, surprised Marcus by proposing that this force must be gravity. As Marcus prepared to brief the children on their final task he was finding it difficult to control himself. It was as if the five kids were willing him in some strange Tantric way to ejaculate spontaneously. Convinced that his all-too visible arousal had already cost him the interview he discarded his original idea for a discussion about the propagation of seeds consider and proposed to explore how they responded to two of their five senses. How did they feel if they were being looked at? If Kate knelt down and stared at Phil's penis and Abi and Zoe sat on chairs with their legs wide apart and Martin knelt down and stared at their secret places, how did they feel being seen and seeing? Then touch those places, what does it feel like to touch and be touched? Just seeing the children doing as he instructed kept Marcus at a high pitch of excitement. In the discussion they were remarkably candid about how they felt and so he was able to get them to discuss how all the senses acting together influenced the way we feel and therefore behave. Marcus thought he had concluded the discussion when Kate asked innocently "if we touched your penis, would you cum?" The question alone brought Marcus alarmingly close to a spontaneous ejaculation the like of which he hadn't had since he was twelve. "Yes, it would but I don't think it would be a good idea." "Why not, don't you want to cum?" Abi asked with a disarming innocence that actually brought him closer to his threshold. As if coordinated, Kate and Zoe stepped forward and took gentle hold of Marcus's rigid penis by then liberally running with slippery precum that glistened on the glans and down the shaft and hung in a silvery skein from his balls. Before he could properly comprehend the glory of their touch he felt the express train roaring deep, deep in his loins and so he just relaxed and let his orgasm explode splattering Kate across her chest and dripping from her puffy nipple. He sank to his knees gasping, his heart pounding feeling drained and exhausted. Kate stood watching him, the semen running down her chest and belly and thigh. She grinned, giggled and turned away towards the toilets. Marcus was not expecting to be offered a post at the Villa Aphrodite after that monumental cock-up but it had been fun! So he slowly picked himself up and looked around shakily for something to clean up the gobs of his semen spattered over the floor. "That was quite an amazing performance!" commented Helen quietly. Marcus had been unaware of her in the excitement of his lessons and now felt the cold douche of guilt. "I'm sorry-" he began. "Don't apologise!" Helen laughed, "that is exactly what I am looking for at Villa Aphrodite. Well done!" As the minibus negotiated the winding mountain road, Marcus dragged his thoughts back to the present. He had been told that the school had thirty six students: the Junior department had fourteen students aged between eight and twelve while the senior school had seventeen aged thirteen to sixteen and a further five aged seventeen and eighteen. Nine students were male and the rest female while the eight staff were evenly balanced. There was a domestic staff of seven comprising a cook, groundsman-cum-handyman plus five girls from Romania or Ukraine who cleaned and waited and took some lessons too. The conditions of his employment as a teacher at the Villa Aphrodite were that Marcus, like all males, should keep himself completely hairfree (except for his head) and be naked at all times, with the only exceptions being when he was off the property of the Villa Aphrodite or in the event of extremely inclement weather. Male students were bound by the same rules as staff while females wore a peplos for lessons, meals and formal occasions, the garmet differing only in length and decoration according to age and seniority. As the minibus turned off the road between white stone pillars and bumped along driveway lined with cypresses, Marcus felt a worrisome anxiety swirl miasma-like around him. What on earth had he let himself in for? ========================= I hope you liked this little story. My email is optiskeptic[at]outlook[dot]com Any feedback will be welcomed.