Author: Oliver Newton Title: Villa Aphrodite 3 Summary: Marcus settles into his role as a teacher and discovers that it is not quite as simple as he had imagined. The delights of practical sex education both excites and confuses him... Keywords: sex and introspection ======================== 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 peplos that the girls wore was shorter than the true classical Greek style and also was worn Spartan style, which meant that it was not sewn but simply wrapped and clasped at the shoulder so that, as the girls moved, the garment's open side might offer tempting glimpses of thigh and sometimes more. Villa Aphrodite's style guide stipulated that the hem should just reveal the knee, but most girls, like school-girls everywhere, hitched it shorter because it felt freer and offered the poor naked males more encouragement to demonstrate their appreciation. It was not unusual in any classroom to find one or more girls in the front row slouched, legs spread, inviting attention with long bare thighs and, quite often, a juicy vulva revealed by a gapingly wayward peplos. Marcus, because he was new, and young, and cute, attracted much of this sort of attention in his first few days and pleased his class by responding rampantly. It was a supreme test of his resolve to remain focused on his lesson plan about the Periodic Table or the diffraction of light under such provocation while conscious that he was sporting a massive and dripping erection. Indeed, there were moments when he had to wrestle with his urge to masturbate in front of the class simply to relieve the tension. But, as with all such things, familiarity breeds, if not contempt, then at least a sort of myopia By the end of the first week he was growing used to the provocation and by the end of the second could predict which girls could be depended upon to tease him and began to enjoy the delights they presented. By the end of the third week he barely noticed when a recognisable vulva winked at him though, to be fair, when a previously unexposed vulva caught his attention the response was generally still very evident. "Everyone's out today," Marcus observed, sitting on the lounger next to Lydia who was proof reading her first academic paper, "I thought the weather was going to turn, but it's got warmer again." "They're making the most of the sun," Lydia remarked. "In a week or two it will be indoors until April." She stood up and gathered her towel and papers. "How have you enjoyed your first few weeks?" "It's been interesting," Marcus answered cautiously. "Not quite what you expected?" "Not at all what I expected." "Oh? So you didn't expect this to be a proper school?" "No, I don't know what exactly I had expected, but I certainly didn't expect that it would be exactly what the brochure says it is." Lydia laughed sympathetically: "welcome to the club." Playground duty in a normal school would be nothing like this, Marcus thought, settling on the recliner that overlooked the pool, tennis courts and recreation area. After only three weeks he barely noticed that all the students were happily swimming, playing games or running around were all naked. The odd ones were the couple of solitary readers who sat in the shade wrapped in the fine woollen hymation or the five girls in their peplos giggling together around a table. For the first two weeks it had all been a little baffling and other than his own tutor group the rest were just a rather intimidating crowd of attractive and frighteningly self-possessed young people, but in the last week individuality had begun to shine through the uniformity, at least in those students to whom he taught science, which was all the juniors but relatively few of the seniors. Marcus watched Lydia walked away. She, like all the teachers, awed him not simply because of her Doctorate, or for her feline grace and sparrow-boned slenderness but because she, like all of the others, seemed effortlessly to manage to be both effective teachers and exemplars for their pupils and to put the sexuality implicit in their situation firmly in its place as just one of the several forces that drive psycho-social development, but then, he was struggling to cope with his own turbulent crushes and desires. And foremost among the causes of his turmoil was an ebony haired, olive skinned girl called Maria Elena who just then heaved herself out of the pool, picked up her towel and padded towards him leaving a trail of wet footprints on the polished limestone. "Hola!" she greeted him ginning confidently and towelling herself as he gazed at her. "I try to do your studies but I do not understand how Specific Gravity and Density is different?" Marcus watched spell-bound as the girl dropped her towel on the next lounger and sat down facing him, legs parted just enough to allow him an unobstructed view of her vulva, which, he had already observed, was at that delightful stage where the neat virginal groove was blossoming with labial folds. Unable to help himself he began to feel an inevitable stirring that, even then, made him blush as he tried to explain. "Density," he began, struggling to keep his voice calm, "is defined as mass per unit volume. It is an absolute quantity and has the units kilogrammes per cubic metre. On the other hand, Specific gravity is the ratio of a material's density to the density of water at four Degrees Celsius, which is when water has its greatest density that is almost, but not exactly, one thousand kilogrammes per cubic metre. Specific Gravity is therefore a relative measure, a ratio in which the units, because they are the same, cancel out." Maria Elena listened intently but her eyes flickered towards his penis and added to the strain on his voice. "So Density is same always? Anywhere?" she asked, casually fondling her labia as if gently parting the curtain of mysteries. "And Specific Gravity, he changes if temperature is different?" The girl stood up flashing her teeth in a great broad grin, "Ah!" she exclaimed standing up, "now I understand." Marcus lay back on the lounger, putting his open book like a tent over his erection, and sighed. Maria Elena was a bright girl and he doubted that her question was the real reason for her approaching him. What he did not know, however, was what that real reason might have been. Perhaps the girls she was playing with in the pool had put her up to it; he'd heard from both Damian and Leo that some girls enjoyed tempting the male tutors. In fact, he preferred to think that Maria Elena was just teasing him as he simply did not have the confidence to accept that it might be an overture to seduction. Before he had time to prepare himself, Cleo and Sonya whipped the tent off his penis and giggling, Cleo straddled him and masturbated him expertly by sliding her vulva up and down his penis until Sonya pushed her off and replaced her. "Girls!" Marcus exclaimed forcefully, lifting Sonya off and replacing the book. "Much as I love your attention I am the member of staff on duty and I am not allowed to dally with beautiful little girls, no matter how soft and lovely your kitties are. Now, go and play!" "Oh Marcus!" Cleo pouted, "we wanna make you cum!" Thank you Cleo, and Sonya," Marcus said with mock severity, "but not when I am on duty." The two girls wiggled their bottoms at him and ran off giggling loudly. Marcus laughed to himself, at least he was able to deal with the temptations presented by little eight year olds! Maria Elena was a more difficult proposition because he had a very serious crush on her and could easily imagine himself crossing the Rubicon between her thighs. In the three weeks thus far his only actual physical sexual interaction with anyone, staff or student, other than a few teasing provocations such as he had just experienced, had been during the sex education classes that had been the first lessons, as the science teacher, that he had given. Those classes were mandatory for each tutor group and established the rules of sexual health and hygiene, the most important of which was the manadatory use of the condom for all penetrative activity even if, as in the case of Gaston or pre-pubertal girls, there was strictly not a need. His partner in those classes was Dr Christina Roberts, head of English and Drama, a thirty-three year old green-eyed blonde whose former career as a Cambridge academic had foundered as the result of a voracious sexual appetite. Fortunately for Marcus she was keen to satisfy her appetite in these classes and his role was to provide a penis and an appropriately authoritative scientific description for the demonstrations. Christina clearly enjoyed inviting him to demonstrate the application of a condom and then its prophylactic purpose as he masturbated himself to orgasm in front of the class. Her personal demonstration of masturbation was an enthusiastic demonstration of auto-erotic stimulation using fingers and dildos and whirring electrical devices and prepared her for the Kama-Sutra session for which the students revived Marcus' erection, applied condom and spermicidal lubricant and observed the various ways and variety of positions in which a male and female could engage in sexual congress. She also explained that anal intercourse was not only enjoyed by men but that women got pleasure from it too and that for girls younger than about ten was probably the preferred route as the vagina and associated parts would not be developed enough to accommodate the insertion of a large object like an adult penis. Each of the classes ended with the opportunity to practice and it was clear from Gaston's performance, and Christina's delight, that he had no need of instruction while Cleo's anus and Amelie's vagina welcomed Marcus' penis and changed his appreciation of his tutor group dramatically. Christina and Marcus repeated the class for the other four tutor groups and found the older two groups had no need of instruction, merely a reminder of the general rules about sexual health, and these sessions were much more like a relationships tutorial. The middle two groups were the most fun. Leo's group of eleven and twelve year olds were the keenest to learn while Christina's own group, which was the only one with an equal number of boys and girls, was the keenest to experiment and it was in this group that Marcus first noticed Maria Elena enthusiastically demonstrating cunnilingus with Andrea one minute and the next riding Freddy with cowgirl whoops. In the space of two days he had had more sex than in all his life that far including seven public orgasms and the penetration of eight vaginas and five anuses of children aged between eight and fourteen all of whom had been willing, even enthusiastic accomplices. During the classes Marcus had masturbated to orgasm in front of the class three times (there was no need for the two older groups who had all seen it before) reached orgasm in three vaginas (Amelie, Polly and Suzy) and one anus (Freddy) and experienced the heavenly embrace of the vaginas of Maria, Tanya, Mel, Andrea and Katarina and the anuses of Cleo, Gaston, Lizzie and Louis. Yet while the excitement of the classes was more intense than anything her had ever experienced, and he had never ever reached orgasm more than twice consecutively, the come-down afterwards was hard enough to send him to talk to Helen. After recounting his experiences and describing the depression that seemed envelope him whenever he was alone and made him dread facing his classes (though the actual classes themselves were always enjoyable and often exciting) he asked if he was really suited to the Villa Aphrodite's liberal ethos. Helens response was to draw him into a long maternal hug. "Everyone experiences at first what you are now," she said quietly, reassuringly. "We adults, no matter how liberal our attitudes, have been conditioned by a society that seeks to control natural human emotions. Casting off that control is not just a matter of taking off our clothes or engaging in whatever sexual activity takes our fancy. It is as difficult as giving up some comforting addictive behaviour." And it was true that as the days passed so the depression lifted, but, as he watched the children playing he began to wonder if this whole exercise at Villa Aphrodite were not some sort of experiment in aversion therapy. A month previously he would have fantasised about a sweet little eight year old salaciously rubbing her soft little 'kitty' along the length of his erection or being within groping distance of quite the most gloriously seductive thirteen year old. He should, he reasoned, be happy to spend every day naked amidst such a display of vibrant pulchritude, and yet he was beginning to think fondly of the privacy of wearing clothes. Cleo, he already surmised, had no concept of sex as anything other than an opportunity to enjoy herself playing with her favourite toy, a penis and he knew that it never occurred to her that the penis or its owner might have any desires of its own. Maria Elena's coquettishness might be a girl's first testing of her sexual attractiveness or simply the result of a dare, but either way he was the target simply because he was male. Of course! That was the lesson Villa Aphrodite was intended to teach. That was why all males had to be naked all the time but females did not. It was why the rule was that sexual activity had to be initiated by the younger and that a female's refusal of a male's advances was incontestable. It was standing the whole of conventional society on its head! He, and by extension all the males, students as well as staff, were there purely and simply to allow females the power privileges enjoyed by men in the world beyond the walls of the Villa. Marcus lay back on the lounger and grinned happily. It was not going to be easy to break free of the constraining fetters of his upbringing. Perhaps Cleo's simple and childish delight in sensual pleasure was as easy to understand as it was to satisfy but Maria Elena presented a challenge as difficult as trying to read a book using a mirror: he had to learn a whole new way of understanding what, without the mirror, had been plain and simple. ========================= I hope you liked this little story. 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