Author: Oliver Newton Title: Villa Aphrodite 2 Summary: Marcus learns about the school and meets his students for the first time Keywords: nosex nudity arousal ======================== 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 Villa Aphrodite was as beautiful as its name, situated in a grove of cypress and cedar trees overlooking a shimmering silver sea. It sat in a natural amphitheatre above a bay enclosed by the horns of the hills that stood behind it, fragrant with thyme and juniper and resinous mediteranean pines. Inside the villa was all polished limestone or terrazzo floors high ceilings and tall windows with the main teaching rooms, the kitchens and dining area and the staff and students lounges on the ground floor and students dormitories and some staff rooms on the second floor with the rest of the staff in the attics, which were not as claustrophobic as Marcus, whose room was there, had feared. To the rear of the villa was the communal outdoor social and dining area under a pergola of vines; several outdoor classrooms on marble terraces shaded by interestingly parabolic awnings; tennis courts; a swimming pool; a gymnasium and a trim trail. All of this Marcus took in in a near trance-like state partly because he could hardly believe he was actually there and partly because his guide was Sonia, a beautiful Ukrainian girl whose lithe figure seemed to be subliminally suggested by the way her peplos with its black and white Greek key border hinted at a nipple or a hip. Marcus, who was naked, could not conceal his interest as his half erect penis bounced and swayed as they made their tour. If Sonia noticed his state, she made no sign of it, directing his tour with brisk efficiency in limited but charmingly accented English. Sonia delivered him, after the tour, which he had been given because he was the only new member of staff, to the new staff induction briefing, delivered by Michael, prior to the general briefing which Helen would lead immediately after. Michael's briefing was simple and to the point. "We are, first and foremost a school," he said, "but our aim is to foster the students sensual and sexual as well as their academic and intellectual. Does that surprise or shock you?" Marcus had to drag his eyes away from Michael's enormous penis which hung heavily and magnificently and even though flaccid Marcus was failrly certain it was bigger than his when erect. 'My God!' Marcus exclaimed to himself, 'how big is that thing when it gets fully erect?' However, he maintained his cool sufficiently to say "It doesn't shock me, but it does surprise me." "Oh, why?" Michael asked, fondling his penis. 'Goodness!' thought Marcus in alarm, 'he's not going to masturbate is he?' But, keeping his thoughts to himself, he answered, "well, I know kids are sensually and sexually curious, I certainly was, but I don't understand how that can work in a classroom or a school." Michael smiled and stopped fondling himself, though his penis was appreciable engorged, an observation that created a sympathetic response in Marcus. "We select our students very carefully partly by psychological profile and partly through interview with both the prospective student and their parents or guardians. Intellectual ability is important but the student's psycho-sexual profile is possibly more important..." Michael's penis was by this stage the size of a fairly large courgette and standing out about thirty degrees below the horizontal. Michael seemed unbothered though he must have been aware since Marcus by this point was fully erect and in some considerable confusion. "...As you know, all males, staff and students are, as we are now, naked at all times and, as is now happening to us, our male member will become engorged and erect. This is quite a natural thing. Though I would be happy for you to fellate me, or I you, and you have a very beautiful penis if I may say, the strictest rule is that all sexual contact, however minor, may only be initiated by the junior member. So, if you wished to fellate me that would be allowable but I, no matter how aroused by the beauty of your penis, cannot initiate or invite or even suggest such an action. Do you understand?" Michael understood, or thought he understood, that this was, if not a test, then a practical demonstration. "But," he began uncertainly, "if a student approached me and requested some sort of sexual contact, how do I respond?" Michael laughed, gently, indulgently, "with honesty and gentleness. You must use the same discretion that you would in any other situation. If you are uncomfortable for any reason you must be honest in your refusal because it will be difficult to reject an eager student. However, if you accept you must proceed only so far as the student is comfortable and stop as soon as she wishes you to stop." "I can see the sense of that, but, really, are the students that interested?" Marcus asked, his natural scepticism overcoming the wave of hopefulness. "Weren't you interested when you were nine, ten or a teen?" Michael asked rhetorically. "All our students have experienced a generally permissive and open style of parenting and it is our responsibility to provide them with a supportive and caring environment that develops all their faculties and instincts to the highest degree possible. It is quite a responsibility Marcus!" 'Indeed!' Thought Marcus as he went to the main staff briefing where he was allocated what they called the 'Junior Class' of eight to ten year olds comprising six girls and one boy of a mix of nationalities and would be their 'group leader' for pastoral purposes while also teaching his subjects across the whole school in a packed and detailed timetable that seemed to leave little time for idleness. He took the great sheaf of papers and instructions and student biographies to his room. The students would arrive in three days, so he was going to be very busy! Quite suddenly what had seemed like a totally mad hallucination had become reality. In barely three days he would be teaching! He had lessons to plan, students biographies to read, to say nothing of his apprehension that he would be naked all the time. And yet, the prospect excited him because it challenged him to overcome what Derek had said was his own inability to actualise his dreams. So, in a few days he would be teaching science in a most unorthodox school where it would be his duty to actualise the dreams of others: could he do that for others when he had found it so difficult for himself? During the first staff session he had been asked to explain to the others why he had chosen to teach at the Villa Aphrodite. He had known that this was a requirement and had quite some time reflecting and writing out his thoughts such that they formed the script for what he said in that session. "I was three months into a PhD on the biochemistry of a snake venom," he began nervously. "Research was not exciting me as I had thought it would and one day, on a whim, I went to the local art school and asked if they needed a life model. As it happened they did and so, when I should have been in the library reading up on my research I was naked on a podium surrounded by twenty or so assorted art students. I enjoyed the anonymity of being the object at the focus of their attention. In fact it was quite a revelation that nudity could be so mundane." To Marcus' surprise his audience had not gone to sleep or started counting their fingers but were regarding him with interest, he felt his spirits lift a little and continued. "Two or three times a week I'd go swimming at the local pool, more to ogle the girls than for the exercise, but discovered that on some Saturdays there was a closed session for a nudist swim. I rang the number and went along to the next session. Just as with the life classes I discovered that being naked was mundane though the fact that there were other naked people made it more sociable. Most of the people there were middle-aged or older, mostly men, but there was one younger couple with two daughters." "During the second session Brian, the husband, got talking to me in the pool. I was so grateful for this simple social gambit that I probably dumped my whole life history on him in ten seconds flat! However, he wasn't put off and introduced me to Laura, his wife and Fliss aged eight and Trin aged six. In almost no time at all I was tossing the girls in the air and being climbed on as a human diving board. It had never occurred to me that little girls could be so much fun as they appear to have no sense of modesty and are deliciously cuddly. After the swim I was invited back to their house where we all got naked again and I discovered just how naïve I am!" Marcus paused as he debated whether to stick to his script or skip a section or two. In the interests of honesty he stayed with the script which, after all, had formed part of his application. " "I'd heard of 'swingers' but Brian and Laura lived an 'open' family life in which sex is not hidden away like some dirty secret but celebrated honestly. I have to admit that I was at once appalled and intrigued when Fliss slithered onto my lap and invited me to say hello to kitty. For one thing the parents were dispensing drinks and I was explaining my academic woes when a soft little bundle of joy takes my hand and introduces it to her kitty, which of course, was that delightfully soft place between her legs. Needless to say I was rock-solid in a trice. Whereupon Brian removed Fliss and Laura rolled a condom onto my cock and immediately planted herself on it." At this point Marcus was not only reliving the memory but reliving the erection. Somehow it seemed like an appropriate visual aid to the verbal development of his story. He continued. "Anyway, I suppose the simplest way of explaining it is to say that we became very close friends. Through Brian and Laura I met other 'open' families and, thanks to the recommendation of one of these families who had had children here, I gave up my studies and applied to the Villa Aphrodite. And so, here I am." Quite spontaneously the others gave him an appreciative round of applause but it was Helen who said "welcome to our family Marcus, I think you will be very happy here." Marcus was not feeling at all ready when the students arrived on a coach that had brought them overnight and overland and by ferry to the island. He was feeling doubly unready when the coach disgorged its load of tired, cramped and grumpy children. This was one of the few occasions when the male staff also wore the male equivalent of the peplos - also white but just knee length, clasped on the opposite shoulder to the females and belted with a dark blue sash: he was relieved as meeting grumpy students in the nude would have been a little beyond his comfort zone. Immediately on arrival the students were led into the large lecture room with the three tall windows that were open to the sea and seated by tutor group Most of the students were returners, so knew the routine, but Marcus, who was tutor to the junior class, had five new students out of his tutor group of seven but even they seemed less nervous than he felt. The formal introductory session was led by Helen and Michael and involved all the usual staff introductions, outline of the academic calendar, mentions of sporting events and cultural trips and ended with Helen's address. "Welcome to Villa Aphrodite," she said spreading her arms inclusively, "and welcome especially to our twelve newest students. Cleo, Sonya, Leonie, Maria and Gaston will be in Marcus' tutor group. Since Marcus is also new I am looking to you, Amelie and Nora especially, to help everyone settle in. Welcome also to Philip and Andy who are in Leo's tutor group; Freddy and Katarina in Chriistina's group; Zebe and Elena in Maria's group and Annetta in Lydia's. The rest of you, I hope, are looking forward to another exciting and challenging year. We are a very special school and you are all very special children. It is our aim to help you develop to your fullest potential not only intellectually but also physically and emotionally. Now! Enough talk! It is time for you to go off in your tutor groups and get settled in." Marcus' group shared a dormitory at the back of the villa that looked out over the swimming pool towards the encircling pine clad hills. He led his seven charges and allowed them to choose their beds. Inevitable there were arguments that Marcus had to resolve, usually by the simple expedient of tossing a coin and once by rock-paper-scissors. When he returned to alert them to supper time he found the six little girls clustered around Gaston. "What are you doing?" he asked in his best tutor's voice. "Come and see!" giggled Sonya, "Gaston has a huge penis." Gaston was standing at the end of his bed bright scarlet and very close to tears as the girls all marvelled at the penis they had just encouraged to reach its full size standing up at sixty degrees with the pinky-purple head popped clean out of the prepuce. It would have been an impressive penis for an adult, and Marcus felt more than a twinge of jealousy, but on a shy, slight ten year old boy it was truly amazing. Maria was measuring it with a school ruler: "seventeen centimetres!" she exclaimed excitedly "How big are you, Marcus?" asked little Cleo, the blonde beauty who was the youngest of the group. "Not that big," Marcus answered guardedly. "Oh come on, we want to see!" laughed Cleo, pushing Marcus backwards on a bed and jumping astride him, rubbing her vulva against his penis. Marcus was about to object when he remembered Michael's stipulation that sexual advances by a girl to a boy and younger to older were permissible. It was clear that Cleo was no stranger to this form of enticement since, as soon as he was erect (which didn't take long) she slipped back along his thighs to allow Maria to wield her ruler. "Sixteen centimetres!" announced Maria in a fit of giggles. "Time for supper everyone!" Marcus announced standing up but still firmly erect because of the press of little girls around him. "Let's not be late on the first day! " He smiled at Gaston who blushed again but was obviously delighted even though unsure how to deal with his new notoriety. Supper passed peaceably as tiredness began to replace excitement. Amelie had been appointed dormitory monitor partly because she was starting her second year but mostly because she had proved herself to be calmly dependable, a trait she demonstrated that evening getting the other six bathed and into bed ready for Marcus to read them their bed-time story. Cleo wanted to park herself in Marcus' lap but Amelie very gently dissuaded her by saying that perhaps in future they would draw lots for that privilege, but for that night all would stay firmly in their own beds, duvets up to the chin while Marcus read them the first chapter of the Little Mermaid. By the time he finished the chapter and turned out the light all his charges were quietly asleep. Unable to face his colleagues he went to his room, made sure all his notes and materials for the morrow were put ready, took a quick shower and slipped into bed. As he drifted off to sleep his memory relived the experience of Cleo's soft vulva stimulating him to erection and that tantalising moment when he was sure she had allowed his helmet to nestle in the vestibule of her vagina just at that point where he could sense the temptation of the glove tight passage to heaven. He was certain that Cleo had been well aware of the temptation she was presenting. He fell asleep running his timetable for the next day repeatedly through his mind as if afraid of forgetting some tiny detail. ========================= I hope you liked this little story. My email is optiskeptic[at]outlook[dot]com Any feedback will be welcomed.