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

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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!

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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.

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