Birthday Present Ch 11

Lydia rolled over against me, shaking. It was nearly time to get up so I wasn't hard to rouse, but I could tell she was still asleep, apparently having some kind of dream. Her whole body shook and trembled as if she were having an orgasm, little moans and gasps slipping from her. I could only guess that she was having some kind of sex dream, though I couldn't tell if it was caused by Aphrodite or accidentally reaching out with her newfound power. If it was Aphrodite, waking her wasn't a good idea. I held her tightly, letting the dream run its course. She was, as was the new norm, in bed naked. She felt me against her and I presumed it translated to something in her dream. She pressed herself against me and began to move her pelvis against my thigh. I could feel her wetness growing and she was soon lying half on top of me, grinding against my body.

Her scent and actions were getting me very turned on, and my cock was soon hard, trapped between us. She ground her pussy against my cock, stimulating me even more. It wasn't hard, in fact, it was very easy. I reached around her thigh, found my now rock-hard cock and shifted my body sightly, allowing me to guide it to her wet lips. She moaned in her sleep and pushed herself down, forcing her pussy over my cock. Her hips, still rocking, instead of grinding herself against me were working me in and out of her wet depths. I felt her mind touch mine in her sleep. It was a gentle touch at first, and then I suddenly found myself someplace completely different.

I stood behind my wife, who was in front of a floor to ceiling mirror covering the entire wall. It didn't take more than a moment to realize it was a gym. She was standing with her feet apart and her arms up and apart. I looked at her in the mirror, her body completely nude, her hands restrained by the ropes of a weight machine on either side of her, the weights pulling the handles attached to the ropes to stretch her arms. Her feet were tied to huge bell weights on the floor so she couldn't move her legs together. Her nipples were rock-hard and she was moaning loudly, begging me to make her come. Her pussy was sopping wet around my cock. The line of men behind me told the story. She was having a train run on her by every guy at the gym. From the look of the men with limp dicks standing around, making out with the female gym members, I was a considerable way down the line. Her wetness was from nearly a dozen loads of cum in her pussy.

"Come on. Hurry it up!" the guy behind me said.

I looked again at my wife in the mirror and realized she wasn't my wife. She looked damn close, but it wasn't Lydia. I knew my wife's body like the back of my hand. The dark birthmark on this woman's thigh wasn't Lydia's, and her pussy had considerably more inner labia protruding and enveloping my shaft. Her dark hair was longer and because it was hanging in her face, made it hard to see with detail. No, this wasn't Lydia. But who was it?

"You gonna fuck her or what!?" the guy behind me said irritably.

"I... um..." I started to reply.

"Come on. We all want a chance at the other ladies."

"Why not just go do them?"

"Because she said we had to cum inside this bitch first," the guy two guys back snapped. "Didn't you listen?"

"Apparently not."

"Well, fuck her or get out of the way."

"Yeah," I answered, suddenly feeling driven to do just that. I held her waist and started pumping my hips. In and out I slid, finding that my body was much closer to climax than I'd thought. I humped aggressively into her, pumping my shaft deep into her as my climax slipped up on me. My body jerked hard and I felt my cum lancing into her pussy in powerful shots. I stood there twitching and jerking for a few more moments before a woman in a sports bra and floppy nylon shorts stepped over and grabbed my arm. She pulled me away from the restrained woman, tugging me away toward a stack of mats. She reached for her shorts and pushed them down. She was middle aged, with a heavy, dark mat of curls between her legs. It looked like it had been trimmed just enough to not poke out of bikini-sized panties. She sat on the mats then lifted and spread her legs.

"Here you go, baby. Lick me until you make me come, if you can."

'I'm supposed to give you oral sex?" I asked.

"You do know how, don't you?"

"Yeah, I just..."

"You weren't paying attention? Not surprised. I think all of you guys were focused on her from the moment she started undressing. If that woman hadn't told you all to fuck her, you'd still just be staring at her. Now it's my turn. Make me come, baby, and then we can fuck all you want."

"Yeah, sure." I knelt down between her legs and licked her pussy lips, surprised at how wet she was already. I teased my tongue between her lips and searched out her clit, making her moan loudly once I found it. I started to lick the length of her slit, driving deep between her soft, delicate lips. I started getting into it, her moans and gasps coaxing me along. Her juices grew softer and wetter as she inched toward climax. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, drawing a cry of pleasure. Her hips moved as I pushed my fingers in and out of her, her panting and moaning growing as her climax approached.

"GOD! GOING TO COME!" she squealed as her body started to tremble. Her legs and arms started first and then I felt her pussy clench around me as her whole body started to shake. I felt her juices gushing from her around my fingers as she came.

I pulled my face from between her legs and shifted onto my knees between her legs. My dick was rock-hard again and I was more than ready to stuff it into her. I'd done what she asked, and now it was pretty obvious by her still spread legs and the look in her eyes that she was ready to be fucked. She watched me as I aimed my cock at her and slid it slowly in.

Her wet pussy was velvety soft and hot as it pulsed and spasmed around me. She moaned almost as soon as I was inside her and moving in and out. Unlike the woman tied to the equipment, this woman's pussy was tight around me. As I pushed in and out of her, I moved my hands up to her sports bra and pushed it up, exposing her little B-cup tits. I grasped both apple-sized boobs and squeezed them as I jammed my cock wildly into her.

"FUCK YES! GOD GONNA COME AGAIN!" she screamed.

"Fuck yes," I grunted as my body jerked. I felt my cum lancing into her as her body started to shudder again. Her pussy squeezed and released my spurting cock almost in time with my surges. I stood between her legs, looking down lustfully at her body, still holding her tits.

"Oh god, that felt good." She panted as she stroked my arms. "You fuck really good. I wouldn't mind fucking you a whole lot more. If you're interested, that is."

"I'm married."

She frowned as she looked back at me. "Really? You're gonna make that excuse? You could just say you don't wanna fuck me."

"But I am." I held my hand out for her to show her my ring, and then realized that I didn't have a wedding ring on. I looked at my other hand and didn't find the other ring either. I tilted my head up to look at myself in the mirror wall, and froze. I wasn't me. I felt like me, but the face looking back at me wasn't.

"Yeah. If you don't think I'm sexy, just say so. I just thought that since you've been staring at me every day..."

What I answered in the next few seconds could have a pretty significant effect on both their lives. I took a breath and answered. "I do think you're sexy. I was just kidding. I didn't want you to feel trapped."

"So you do think I'm sexy?"

"Hell yes," I answered, lowering my face to her chest. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and heard her moan loudly in pleasure. Her hands moved to my butt, and she began to rock her hips, moving my partly-hard cock inside her. I could feel myself growing inside her, my cock swelling as her pussy caressed me. She was sopping wet inside from our combined cum. It didn't really matter. The sounds of multiple couples fucking and the feeling and sound of her being stimulated was more than enough to start my own orgasm growing again.

"OH FUCK NO!" I heard screamed. I pulled my face from the tit in front of me and looked over to the sound of the cry. The woman tied to the equipment stood, sagging against the restraints on her wrists, her whole body shuddering and shaking as she climaxed. I watched the guy behind her pull out, his very large cock dripping with cum. As soon as he was out her, cum started leaking from her, some dripping to the floor, some leaking down her thighs. Her body stopped shuddering but continued to shake. I realized she was crying.

"Shit," I whispered to myself as I found myself back in bed, holding Lydia's shaking body. "Hon, wake up."

She startled and jerked up, looking around in momentary panic and then flopped down onto the bed again. "Ohhhh fuck."

"You okay?"

"I am, but she's not."

"The woman in the gym?"

"You saw?"

"I was one of the guys."

"Oh god. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry about what?"

"It was my fault. I was dreaming that I could reach out with my mind and make guys do anything I wanted. You know, strip and walk around naked at work all day like the ladies do at your work. Then I was her. She was being led into the gym by a woman named Latisha. Dark hair, sculpted body, nice tits. She was coming into the gym every day and the woman I was, Nichole, watched her go into the men's locker room and then after an hour or so she'd come out and leave. One day she got curious, and she snuck in to see what she was doing there. She was in the shower with several guys, one behind her fucking her while she sucked another. Two more guys were waiting their turn. She snuck back out and thought she got away with seeing her without getting caught."

"But she didn't?"

"No. This Latisha woman stopped at the counter and said, 'You wanted to see, now you'll get to feel it.'" She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to go into the locker room, strip, and let as many guys as wanted to, to fuck her. She'd go in every day, sometimes more than once a day, and let anyone who wanted to, to fuck her. She tried not to, but she couldn't resist. One time she was in there when her husband showed up to surprise her and take her to lunch, and found her being fucked by three guys at once."

"Oh shit."

"Uh huh. He wanted a divorce, obviously. When Latisha came in again she screamed at her that she had done this. She had ruined her life. Latisha gave her a dare. She'd fix the problem if she could take every man in the gym without climaxing."

"And that was what we were watching."

"Uh huh. If she could take every man in the gym without climaxing, she'd take the urge to have sex with other men away, and if she didn't, her husband would have to lie on the floor and take every guy's load from the other women's pussy. That was the price."

"And she lost?"

"She almost made it. Two guys short. With her husband watching the whole thing."

"I'm sorry. And you were her the whole time?"

"It was super embarrassing. This Latisha, she gave Nicole the desire to do it, but also made her remember it all. It was fucking mean. If anything I know I don't ever want to do that many guys at once. I thought three were tough, but over twenty? It wasn't fun. At least not for me."

"And this Latisha, she must have been an acolyte."

"I'd say so. Nichole wasn't, she was just, well, an ordinary woman who suddenly wanted to be gangbanged, even though she never had been before."

"I wish there was something I could do."

Lydia stared at me for a few moments. "You could. I'm not sure I could, but I bet you could."

"How?"

"Well, you can get into Nichole's and her husband's heads and fix things. Then you could teach this Latisha a lesson."

"Yeah. I suppose I could. But should I?"

"Didn't you say that some acolytes were thrown out of the temple? You could take her power away."

"Yeah, but would Aphrodite approve?"

"You're the chief priest. It's your job, right?"

"I guess."

"Good. Get comfortable and see if you can help that poor woman."

"Fine. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. I'd been to the gym as that other guy, so all I had to do was find him again and then I'd be able to focus on her husband.

The tall blonde was squatting over the man on the floor, grinding her pussy against his face. I glanced around the room and saw Nichole, still restrained, a bunch of other women and men fucking, and then I saw her, in the corner, watching with a smirk on her face. Latisha, the instigator of all this. I needed to touch her mind without being drawn in. The guy I was in was sitting between a woman's, legs, resting his back against her chest while he stroked her calves and she stroked his chest and partly-hard dick. I really didn't want to interrupt something that clearly could turn into a more valuable relationship, so I picked another guy to jump to. I spotted a guy sitting alone on the seat of a machine, staring at Nicole lustfully.

It only took a moment to jump into his body. I was immediately assailed by feelings of wanton desire as he stared at her nude body. Left to his own devices, I had no doubt that he would, in very few minutes, act on that desire and take her again. I could see darkness in the back of his mind. He didn't want to just fuck her again. He wanted to fuck her hard. This dude was into rough sex, slapping his partner and forcing his cock where he wanted it no matter how it felt for her. I had a personal dislike for guys like this. I was about to plant a very unsavory desire in his mind, when a better idea struck me. He/I turned to look at Latisha.

I focused his desire, not on Nichole, but on Latisha. He stared at her hungrily. I could feel his desire bubble up inside as he stared at her, clad in black leather boots, a black miniskirt and a black silk tank top. Her black makeup made her look dark and foreboding, but I tickled his desire and made his want even stronger. She was the only one dressed, and I made him want to change that. I pushed his already dark desire to want her now.

He got up and walked toward her. For a few moments she didn't see him, focused on watching the husband lick the blonde woman sitting on his face. When she saw him, she visibly stiffened. I could feel her mind reaching for his, telling him to stop. I used my power to push it away as if batting away a mosquito. He continued to walk toward her.

She pushed off the wall, her body stiffening more. I reached from his mind to hers, feeling her search for a way out. I forced her to stay rooted, focused her mind on him, on his hard cock. I tweaked her mind a little, making her fear that he was going to take her. Of course he was, but I wanted her to

not

want it to happen. I wanted her to feel what it felt like to be forced to do something you didn't want to.

I stepped to her and grabbed her wrists. I grinned evilly at her as I pulled her back to where Nichole was restrained. I pushed her mind and made her release Nichole and then step to where she had been. I let her feel the fear that was building, but refused to let her move herself. She lifted her hands in the air to allow the guy to slip the looped weight machines loops around her wrists.

"Oh god no. Don't," she pleaded softly as he knelt in front of her to tie off her legs like Nichole's had been. He stood and grabbed at her shirt. I didn't have to direct him at all. He ripped her shirt apart and pulled it off, ripping the shoulder straps of her bra apart before leaning into her to slide his arms around her back. I left him to his own devices for a moment, pushing my mind into Nichole's. I found the hidden desire that had been planted to get fucked in the locker room and replaced it with a desire to have sex with her husband anyplace he asked.

I left her mind and slipped into his, still with the woman on his face. I could tell he'd already licked a total of eight women, and could feel the soreness of his jaw and tongue. I gently collected the memories of Nichole being fucked, both in the locker room and while restrained and gathered them into a box. I had him close the box and then slowly squeeze it smaller and smaller until there was nothing but a small speck. I couldn't make the memories go complete away. But I'd picked up enough from watching Aphrodite do it that I was confident. Barring a really traumatic experience, it'd stay tucked away.

The next thing to do was to plant the seed in his mind. When the woman on his face climaxed, it would end his desire to lick her and all the other women in the gym, and to desperately want to have sex with his wife. I suggested that they needed a shower and he should take her to the ladies shower and wash with her, and have sex. I suggested that she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that he wanted her more than anything. He wanted to share with her, anyplace and any time. The more often the better. Any time she showed him her panties or her nipples, he'd want to have sex with her.

I reached back into her mind again, now having a better idea of what I wanted to do. I collected her memoires as well, and had them boxed and tied with a ribbon. I then turned that ribbon into a steel strap that no tool could cut. I made her look at her husband and feel desire. Any time she wanted him to kiss her, all she needed to do was to show him her nipples or a little bit of her underwear. I knew what that would do, and it was the best way I could think of to cement their desire for each other.

With damage control done, I turned my attention to Latisha. The guy I had joined with had her naked, her clothing lying strewn around her in pieces. Other than her boots, she was completely nude and, from the look of it, wouldn't be wearing any of it again.

He was on his knees, licking her pussy, her lips framed by dark little curls that matched her hair. He licked and teased her clit, not trying to get her off, actually trying to get her close but not let her over the top. I could see in his mind that he wanted her to get close, over and over, and then to fuck her, finally getting her off with his cock and fingers, so stimulated that she'd squirt for him.

I reached into her mind and took away her inability to move herself. She immediately began struggling against her bonds, fear growing with the realization that she couldn't escape. I didn't understand her fear. It wasn't fear of him. She'd been fucked by numerous guys in the locker room, so I couldn't believe it was being fucked by a stranger. I was a little afraid to slip deeper into her mind, afraid I might not be able to control her if I was too deep inside her. I stood up and stepped around her. I looked over her shoulder as I pressed my body against her back, reaching around to her big, soft tits. I cupped each one, letting my hard cock slide up and down the crack of her ass. I squeezed her nipples and made her moan.

I let go of one tit to push my dick down, letting it slide between her thighs. I watched her struggle in the mirror, knowing that she had no choice. I squatted down and then back up again, driving my cock up into her hot, wet pussy. "Ohhh fuck yes," I groaned as my hard-on slid into her hot wetness. I held her tits and watched in the mirror as I started to stroke. I pushed in and out of her pussy, feeling her try to escape, knowing she couldn't. I slid a hand slowly down her body, down her stomach, to her mound and then further. I curled two fingers between her legs and stroked her wet lips. I continued to stroke in and out, letting my fingers find her clit.

"OH FUCK!" she cried as I stroked it, making her whole body squirm. I could feel her fear, and at the same time, her desire. She wanted this. She wanted this very much, but she was afraid of something. I plunged into her faster, my body slapping her ass while my fingers frantically stroked her clit. Her climax was almost upon her and mine was seconds away. "NOOOO!" she cried as my cock swelled inside her. My body jerked and I felt a powerful shot of cum lance up into her. Over and over, my body jerked as my cock surged my cum deep into her. The entire time, her body shook and trembled in climax. I was confused as her body climaxed, but her words were 'No, no, no,' over and over.