Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

CHAPTER 1

In late April the youngest senior in that year's class at Mt. Parna Senior High School turned eighteen. The campus, which was for twelfth graders only, was a ten minute bus ride from its sister school, which taught grades nine through eleven.

A day earlier, Jonas Pachis, who had turned eighteen the previous August, received a letter from Mt. Parna. He was to report to a room in Building Beta the next morning, instead of the usual classroom in Building Alpha Two. At dinner that night, he asked his moms to explain the reason for the change.

"Best you find out for yourself," Mother Alia said. None of his four moms could keep faces straight. The corners of their mouths tugged upwards. Jonas pestered them to reveal whatever it was they found so amusing. They refused to divulge even the slightest detail.

Jonas walked to the house next door after dinner. Like his family home, it was a sprawling, single-level whitewashed stone building with many rooms and a large, shady interior courtyard. He knocked on its thick wooden front door using a brass knocker bigger than his hand. He was looking for his best friend, Samantha. One of her flock of younger sisters answered the door.

"Samantha!" she yelled, "Jonas is here!"

Samantha Pantazis, who was a few days younger than Jonas, soon appeared. She had a rolled-up towel around her shoulders and her t-shirt had sweat stains on it around her armpits and cleavage. She performed the All Mother's Greeting by bringing her hands up to her face, then spreading them to either side, palms facing in. Jonas mimicked her, reflexively.

"Eyes!" Samantha said loudly, punching Jonas in the shoulder. Although her chest was covered by a sturdy bra and the thick material of her t-shirt, that did not stop his gaze from drifting down.

"Sorry!" Jonas said, evoking an eye roll. "You get a letter too?"

"Yeah," Samantha said. "I'm supposed to go to straight to homeroom instead of Ancient Hebrew in the morning. You?"

"Which building?"

"Usual one. Why? Didn't you get the same letter?"

"Nope, gotta go to the big auditorium in Beta."

"Weird, bro. Come in?"

"Sure!"

They passed the dining room, which had thick exposed beams in the ceiling and, in the center, a long, dark brown table made from a thick slab of olive wood. Jonas waved at Samantha's moms as he followed his friend to her bedroom. There was an additional, sixth woman crowded in. It took a moment for Jonas to recognize her. Like Samantha, she had substantial cleavage that even the frumpy clothing, mandatory in family districts, could not obscure. She had Samantha's youngest biological sister, who was four years old, bouncing on one knee.

"Your carrier, right?" Jonas asked.

"Yup."

"That's cool. Still haven't met mine," Jonas said.

"She doesn't lead prayer sometimes?"

"Too high on the food chain for our district."

Samantha shrugged. "I'm not close to mine. Probably last time I saw her was, what, two years ago?"

Jonas mimicked her shrug. "What's she here for?"

"Wants to play with my little sisters, I bet. You ready to lose at chess?"

"As if."

"I haven't performed evening prayer yet. You?" They had reached Samantha's bedroom.

"Uh-uh," Jonas said. "Now?"

Samantha nodded. "We shall face the mountain," she said. Both teenagers turned until their bodies were oriented towards a three-inch, metallic silver marker embedded in the wall, several feet from the window. In unison, they dropped to their knees, then bent forward with arms outstretched, foreheads touching the floor.

"Book 2, 5-13?" Jonas asked.

"Yes."

Again in unison, the teenagers recited two paragraphs of material. Both had ruddy cheeks when at last they arose to a seated position.

They played nine games in Samantha's room, seated cross-legged on the floor, chess mat laid out between them. "Truly my bitch," Sam said, after winning five to four. "Also, eyes!" She punched Jonas again.

Jonas ignored the jab to his shoulder, which barely registered through the toned muscle of his deltoid. He did lift his gaze back to Samantha's face. "I was ahead until you got lucky."

"No luck in chess, dude."

"You distracted me."

"Can't help it if you perv on my boobs. You just gotta grow up!"

"You just had to shift your shirt around like that?"

"I'm all sweaty! It wasn't comfortable. You try having meat sacks growing out of your chest! Anyway, that's cheating, not luck."

"You're lucky you've got big boobs."

"Or you're just unlucky for perving on them so much. Nothing to do with me!"

Jonas sighed theatrically. In truth, he had not expected to win that verbal exchange.

X X X X

The following morning, Jonas sat down at a desk in the second row of Building Beta, Room 124. He was tired, and selected the seat at random, without looking around.

"Jonas, be a dear and move over a seat? I need everyone to have an empty desk to either side," said Teacher Rhea.

With a start, Jonas realized he had been staring at Rhea's bosoms. Her thick white blouse buttoned up all the way to her collarbone, and she was wearing a light green cardigan sweater, as well. Nonetheless, it was impossible even for these layers of clothing, which no doubt had industrial strength underwear below, to mask how large the teacher's chest was.

Jonas briefly shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He shifted seats. He looked around at other parts of the room for the first time since he had arrived. All of the boys in twelfth grade were there, as far as he could tell. There were eighty-three of them, which left many gaps around the large amphitheater-style lecture hall.

"Boys," the teacher said. The room remained vibrant with chatter. "Quiet please, boys!" Everyone fell silent. "Rise!"

There was a low susurrus as the young men all stood up, their scratchy dark wool trousers the only source of noise. Without being told, they brought their palms together, in front of their hearts. Jonas' movements were precise. He bent his head forward, as morning prayer required. He noticed the boy next to him, Ari, held the same pose, but without enthusiasm, his hands limp and his face inclined the barest amount.

"Begin!" said the teacher, and the class recited the well-worn words, as they had at the beginning of every school day for the past twelve years. The teacher continued, "Young men, graduation will be on June 10th, after which you will all move on to Lower College." Several hands raised. "Hold your questions for now. This process has not changed for hundreds of years. You'll learn what you need to, when you need to. This morning we have several items of administrivia to get out of the way."

Teaching assistants ascended the stairs that separated the two sections of the classroom, passing stacks of forms down each row, while the teacher explained how to fill them out. Jonas' sighs grew louder and more frequent as he worked his way through the papers, each of which started out by requiring he write down the same information, such as his full name, birthday, the full name of his carrier (the woman who had given birth to him), his sire (his biological father), the names of his parents (four moms, in his case), his primary parent (the mom he was closest to), and his address. Some forms covered medical history, others hobbies and interests. The final one had a different sort of question.

Jonas' hand was cramping up as he read the prompt in the middle of the page: "List at least three, and up to ten, of your teachers whom you feel physically attracted to, in rank order (first being most desirable). Exclude any close relatives." The form went on to define "close relative" in precise detail. He looked up at Teacher Rhea. Many of the other boys were staring too.

Rhea smirked. "I'm sure you all have questions about the last form. Just fill it out honestly. And no, I won't be offended if you don't list me first. Or if you do, for that matter."

Jonas' list was:

1. Teacher Sarah

2. Teacher Rhea

3. Teacher Jana S.

4. Teacher Marie

5. Teacher Phoebe

6. Teacher Nadia

7. Teacher Natasha

8. Teacher Jana K.

9. Teacher June

10. Teacher Annika

He smirked as he reviewed the list one last time, before turning it in. It would not be lost on Samantha that the primary criterion was for ranking these women was the volume of their chests. If she were ever to see this piece of paper, she would give him endless grief about it. He now felt thankful that the teachers had decided to split the class up by gender, as there was a high likelihood she would have figured out a way to peek at his list.

Around this time, Samantha was in her homeroom class. It was attended by the same students as always, except only the girls. There were about twenty 18-year-olds in total. Like Jonas, she had filled out the same forms, until the final one, which differed. Its prompt read, "List classmates whom you feel physically attracted to, in rank order (first being most desirable). You may list as many as you want. Exclude any close relatives."

Teacher Ray noted the questioning faces aimed his way, just like Teacher Rhea had. "On the last form, please just answer as honestly as you can. And, girls, don't over-think it, okay?"

Samantha's list was:

1. Tara K.

2. Sophia M.

3. Alice S.

4. Marta D.

5. Rhea K.

6. Lisa S.

7. Daphne S.

8. Melida

Samantha sent a silent prayer of thanks to The Mother, grateful that Jonas would never see this list. He wouldn't, right? If he did, it would mean teasing for years to come -- fairly -- for being a brazen hypocrite. These girls were ordered strictly by bust size, with even Melida, at the final spot, having substantial breasts. Moreover, her first choice, Tara, while not actively unattractive, was exceedingly plain-featured by Orchid standards, much like Jonas was, and was unlikely to feature on many other lesbian or bisexual girls' lists. Tara did, however, have tits nearly as large as Samantha's own.

X X X X

Several days later, Teacher Sarah was feeling a sense of euphoria so strong that, physically, she was mildly nauseated.

"You okay, honey?" asked Katie, a history teacher whose desk was the next one over.

"Hmm?" Sarah said, distractedly.

"You look flushed."

The teachers' offices were in a restricted part of the school grounds, only accessible with a key. It was off limits for students. Both Katie and Sarah had switched to standard attire for adult women in Orchid. Their vulvas were exposed via apertures in their miniskirts that left their genitalia bare. Sarah's nipples, substantial cones of pebbled flesh that were the among the largest Katie had ever seen, were visibly erect beneath the sheer fabric of her tight blouse. They looked so hard that she wondered if they hurt.

Rather than answer her fellow teacher, Sarah handed over a note, hand-written by the principal. She had received it via inter-office mail that morning. Katie's eyes went wide. "Seriously, girl? That's amazing!" She held up her hand, palm facing out, and the two women gave each other a firm high-five.

"I've never been any boy's first choice before," Sarah said. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she said the words out loud. The letter informed her that she had been the top pick of one of her students, one presently in her Advanced Calculus class. He was good enough at mathematics that he was also acting as her teaching assistant, which meant they met after classes several days a week. "I love that he doesn't know what this is for, even. He just thinks I'm the prettiest." She flipped a brown lock of hair over one shoulder.

'Might just be he likes your big titties,' Katie thought.

The seniors had been asked, several days earlier, to write down ten adults whom they felt most attracted to, from among their teachers, in rank order of beauty or handsomeness. They could be of any gender. In fact, the only other rule, which added to the cryptic nature of the exercise, was that none of these people could be a close relative.

"How well do you know him? I assume he was in one of your calc classes this year?" Katie asked. Sarah did not answer right away. She was staring off into space, with a goofy smile on her face. "Gaea to Sarah!" Katie added.

"Right! Yes," Sarah said. "I've had him all year." Her gaze lost focus once more. "He's my TA, too."

"You going to pick him?" Katie asked, raising her voice so that it would snap her coworker out of her latest reverie.

"I don't think I have a choice, since he's the only one who ranked me first," Sarah said. Katie could hear the smile through her words. "But I'd pick him any day of the week."

"Even if Troy Elissaios listed you first?"

"Who?"

"You know -- come on! -- he's fucking gorgeous. He took Trig from you? Captain of the wrestling team?"

"Oh, yes, that Troy," Sarah said, barely seeming to pay attention. "Too pretty. Not my scene."

Both women went back to work. Or, at least, they tried to. Sarah reverted to a fugue state, and her hand kept snaking down towards the front of her crotch-less skirt. Katie tried to make progress on a small hill of Ancient History papers that needed grading, but her colleague's behavior proved too distracting. She set down her pen, making a much louder sound than she had intended, and turned to face Sarah.

"Girl, you look like you could use some relief. Are you obsessing about that boy?" As a female teacher, Sarah was eligible to volunteer to train a heterosexual male graduate every year. She always submitted her name, and occasionally got picked. This was the first time she had a choice of whom she would train. That was only allowed when at least one boy ranked you as their first choice. Second through tenth place votes only counted towards whether one would be chosen at all for that year's pool of trainers. Sarah was not sure how the assignments of those trainers to students were actually made. This year, admittedly, her choice was from a pool of one -- you could only pick from boys who had ranked you first -- but that did not bother her in the slightest.

"What?" Sarah said, once again so lost in reverie that she did not pick up, at first, on Katie's thinly-veiled offer of sex. "No, really, I'm fine."

"Sarah," Katie said levelly. "Your nipples are so hard I'm not sure what's going to come first: you bursting a blood vessel in there, or someone getting their eye poked out! Second: you've started fingering yourself like thirty times already. Let me help you so we can both get back to work. Please!"

Sarah was about to protest, but a quick glance down at her prodigious tits confirmed her coworker's observation. Her conical nipples had never been so prominent as they were now, at least not that she could remember. "Fair, fair," she said. "Sure you don't mind?" She knew that Katie, like herself, was only attracted to men. Sex with other women was a strictly practical matter, or, less often, a religious duty.

"It's been a while," Katie said. The last time they had fucked each other had been at the office Winter Solstice party, where both had been tipsy. She retrieved an object made from a rubber-like material from her desk, and she proceeded to dust it off with a micro-fiber cloth. Although sixteen other teachers were presently scribbling away at their desks, only two bothered to look up.

These two were both gay men. Both scowled, frustrated that Aphrodite's Will did not permit them to have anal sex with each other in public, as, by definition, it did not involve any vaginas. The closest they could get was to fuck the same woman at the same time, if they could convince her to act as an intermediary. There were three female teachers in the office who were, depending on their mood, up for being penetrated in both their butt hole and vagina at the same time. One, Phoebe, had a fetish for gay men and actively encouraged them to use her as often as they wished.

Katie sat with her curvy bottom on the edge of the disheveled mattress. The top sheet had an uncountable number cum stains on it, one of which was right under her left butt cheek. She wondered idly whose semen it was being pressed up into her taut flesh. She brought her legs together, shimmied out of her crotch-less skirt, then spread wide. "You want to get my dick ready?" she asked Sarah, while holding out the phallic device from her desk.

The device was properly known as a feeldoe, but most women referred to them as their dicks. One end was a realistic penis, sometimes with testicles, sometimes, as was the case with Katie's six-incher, without. The other half curved around to fit snugly and deeply inside the woman's vagina. Straps were sometimes used to prevent their slipping out, but this was rarely necessary, in practice. It was Aphrodite's Will that every female citizen of Orchid have at least one dick, and they had to be custom-molded to their canal. A single corporation, Orchid Prosthetics Cooperative, was licensed to make them, and they used a proprietary formula for the rubber compound, resulting in a life-like feel unsurpassed by any similar product, anywhere in the world.

Wordlessly, Sarah knelt between Katie's legs and took the proffered dick. She turned it so that the thick, anatomically-correct six inch cock faced away from her. She began to suck on the oddly shaped rubber that had been custom molded to fit snugly inside Katie. It had the indescribable tang of pussy. She pushed the curving shape, with its odd bulges, as far as it could go into her mouth. This was not far. She had a strong gag reflex and small oral cavity. She switched to licking the intimate folds of the artificial flesh all over, frequently stopping to spit on it. Next, she gently kissed her co-worker's pussy, as demanded by Aphrodite's Will, much as one would kiss a loved one on the mouth when greeting them, or before saying goodbye. Having paid her respects, she lapped gently at the other woman's clit, while gently working two fingers into her vaginal canal.

Sarah kept up her ministrations until she felt the other woman open up. She gently began working the molded end inside, being careful not to strain her pussy. Orchid City feeldoes were designed to be a shade too big for the owner's canal, even when that vagina was at its maximal elasticity. This minimized the chance of it falling out, and also transmitted as much pleasure as possible to the wielder. Part of the modeling process involved identifying the woman's most sensitive areas, such as the location of her A-spot. Extra ridges would be embedded at these points. Some feeldoes -- although not Katie's -- featured built-in vibrators, too, set up to oscillate at a higher frequency whenever the dick was thrust forward.

It was a full five minutes of gradually deeper and deeper penetrating strokes before Katie was ready. She was breathing hard, as the device pushed her tight vagina nearly to the limit of what she could tolerate. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Katie's coworker dutifully worked some lube from a nearby dispenser over the rigid member. The dick was wide, and Sarah wanted it to slip inside her easily. Next, Sarah straddled Katie, sliding herself down onto the phallus. After a few strokes, Sarah was breathing heavily. Katie grabbed Sarah's sweaty bottom, and flipped her around so that her back was on the bed. She began to thrust hard, causing Sarah's eyes to roll back in her head.

Sarah, between moans, looked over to her left as one of the gay teachers, Ray, plopped down heavily next to her. She admired his muscular, hairy chest. Soon enough, a large pair of tits smashed into torso, as Phoebe, grinning from ear to ear, climbed atop him. She moaned as his cock slid inside of her canal, and then let out a yelp as Davos, the other gay teacher, penetrated her anally with his well-lubed cock.