Birthday Present Ch06

Birthday present 6

I lay on the beach letting the sun and wind caress my body, my wife lying by my side, pressed to me, both of us completely naked. Her soft breast pressed to my chest and her head rested on my shoulder as we lay comfortably in the sand, the waves starting to lap at my feet as the tide slowly came in. There was plenty of time before we had to move and didn't want to disturb my wife any sooner than I had to.

I saw a disturbance in the waves and a form lifted out of the water. She was every bit as beautiful as any woman I had ever seen. She had long, flowing blonde hair that extended down well past her butt. She wore an ankle length, long-sleeved white gown that seemed to shimmer in and out of existence. It framed her body but didn't hide it. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of blonde curls on her mound and her perfectly tanned body showed not a sign of a tan line, including on her easily D-cup breasts. Her areola were puckered and practically begged to be touched as they framed her two large, fat nipples. Her blond hair blew in the wind with the shimmering gown as she slowly walked toward us on the surface of the waves.

The gentle surf seemed to break over her feet, but yet, not get the delicate shimmering gown wet at all. She walked slowly to me, letting me see her incredibly sexy body, and her pussy, which had almost no inner lip at all protruding from between her tanned lips.

"Hello, Jack," she said as she reached the sandy shore at my feet.

"Do I know you?" I asked curiously.

"Yes... and no. You've been with me for days now, you just haven't known it."

"Who are you?"

"I have been known by many names, but the one you seem to like the best is Aphrodite."

"You're Aphrodite?"

"Are you disappointed, or would you prefer to see me in another form? Perhaps this?" She instantly changed to Elvira. Her long, black hair, huge tits barely staying in the black leather dress, split just below the waist, her pussy and black mat of curls clearly visible through the slit. "Or maybe this?" She morphed again, this time into the completely nude form of the twenty year old redhead that I had seen the day before. This time I could see her perfectly flawless, creamy white skin and the army of tiny red freckles that extended down her body all the way to her hairless pussy. "You seemed to really enjoy this one yesterday."

"That was you?"

"Me? Oh no, but I couldn't help enjoying her body along with you. It's been a long time since I was able to feel an actual body, enjoy the touch of a man, or woman, touching and stroking me to climax. I'd nearly forgotten how it felt to feel a hard shaft sliding in and out of my pussy."

"I don't understand."

"Your wife woke me from my slumber. I was able to slowly gain some strength through her, tasting the fruits of her sexual desires. You really are a good fuck, in her words. Each orgasm she was able to coax you to give her, fed me a little more. When she gave you the ring, that really started things. I could channel her orgasm through you with the ring. But more than that. You Jack, you're special. I couldn't have gotten luckier than being given to you. There haven't been many, even back in the days past that could channel like you can. Some of my priests could, but not many, not like you can. I can feel their orgasm, their energy. I can taste it every bit as much as you taste real food. You fed me, Jack. I coaxed you and you fed me as I awoke. It would have taken me months to gain what I got yesterday. You did something I've never felt. I could touch so many at once. I felt the flow of hundreds of orgasms in such a small time. Whatever you did, it was like, how did she say it, like you were an antenna? I could feel parts of you flowing out through some box and then the building. Much has changed since the last time I walked among humans. Many years have passed and the new buildings and things you call cars, these are strange to me, but what you feel when you... fuck... as that one calls it, that is not strange to me at all."

"You can feel what I feel?"

"I can. I can also help you feel what your partner feels, that way I can feel it as well. What you feel, I feel. What I feel, feeds me. I have been asleep for a very long time. The world has changed much since the last time I was awake. From your year numbering, I have been asleep for almost eight-hundred years. I was awoken once before, but I never was fed enough to become what I am now, what you see before you."

"So you're really here?"

"Of course not, Jack. I am in your mind. It will take much feeding for me to be able to pass into your reality again. It has been many eons since I could do that. But with your help, I may. What I require is many more orgasms. In days long past I had many temples, with many priests and acolytes to help feed me. I could feed on several hundred orgasms in one day. But with only one priest, it would be a long time before I can be in your physical realm again."

"So why not make more priests? Why rely on just me?"

"It is the ring, Jack. I do not have a physical form. I can not make more rings, nor can I enchant them. You could, but I sense you would not, even if I asked."

"How do you know that?"

She laughed and transformed into a completely nude black woman, maybe thirty at most. She had long black braids and chocolate-colored skin. Her pussy lips were midnight black, as were her large round areola and protruding nipples. She stepped closer and slipped one foot between Lydia and my body, the other on my other side. She squatted down, aimed my hard dick at her pussy, and lowered further, sliding herself down my shaft. I groaned in pleasure as her body engulfed me. "Do you like feeling this, Jack?" she asked as she started to lift and lower herself. "Do you like fucking my hot, wet pussy?"

"Damn," I groaned.

"Come for me, Jack. Let me feel you come deep in my pussy."

"Sure." I groaned as she moved faster, stroking my cock wildly. Her huge black tits bouncing wildly on her chest as she pounded herself down onto me over and over.

"Come for me, Jack. Come hard for me. Let me feel your cum flowing into me. Ohhhhh fuck Jack. Come for me."

"Oh damn!" I gasped as my body jerked and I felt my cum doing just that, flowing into her, in surge after surge. I lay there panting as my body slowly recovered.

"Tell me, Jack. Did you enjoy that?"

"I did," I panted.

She stood up, pulling off my dick. She morphed into a large black man, standing over me with a hard-on. He reached for his big black cock and started to stroke it. "How about this, Jack? Would you take a load from me like I took one from you? You wouldn't, would you." She morphed back into the original blonde woman again, only this time without the gown. "No, you wouldn't. You see, I can make you want more of what you already desire, but I can't make you want something you don't really like."

"So, Angelina, and Rose. They were lesbians, but you made them want my dick."

"No, Jack, I didn't. I made them want something they already desired, only more. They both still wish they could love a dick and the man attached to it. Rose, even more than Angelina. All I did was enhance their desire for what was in front of them. You, however, have no desire to have any form of sex with another man, so I can not force you to."

"I don't understand what that has to do with making rings."

She smiled and squatted down over me again. She rested both hands on my chest and lowered her face to mine. She gently kissed me, seductively, making my want for her grow. She broke the kiss and hovered her face over mine and whispered. "It takes gold, it takes the touch of love, it takes the essence of a woman given freely, and it takes the substance of a man, also given freely. Aside from the gold, the other three must be freely given to the chief priest. He must mold all three into the form of the ring before the enchantment can be made to bring it alive. The touch of love and the essence of a woman are easy for you. But the substance of man, that would be beyond what you are willing to collect. And no, it can not be your own. It must be given to you by another man. It has to be done in a ritual where all three are collected together, at one time. Someday, you may find someone to give the ring to that might do that, but that person is not you."

"But I tried to get the ring off, and it wouldn't let me."

"It won't. There are only two ways that you can remove the ring. One is to die. A chief priest is usually for life. The other, which is rarely done, is to use an enchantment. But for it to work, it must be done by a man, and the ring must be immediately put on by that man. So if you want to get rid of it, you have to find someone willing to take it over."

"You mean saddle this on someone else?"

"If you think of it that way. But then, as I said, you are special. I can feel through you like few others, so any man taking over, as you think of it, would not necessarily be as malleable as you are."

"But this is making my life hell. Every woman that gets close to me wants me. I can't work or go shopping or anything."

She smiled and leaned down to kiss my lips again. "That is because of you, not me. It is why you are such a wonderful channel. It is how your mind works and your brain is formed. Only a few in the past have been able to link to me the way you have. That link, that connection, it feeds me, but it also flows my energy to you. That is what is causing you to be so attractive. Your body sends the signals, like a flower invites a bee. But, you have given me much already by waking me. If you can promise that you will find a way to give me some of what you gave me yesterday, I will refrain from making every woman that gets close to you want you. I'll only make those you desire want you. Of course, if you do that when they're not alone, I can't be responsible for any woman that might be within range of your touch. If you are thinking of sex with a woman, she, and any woman in close proximity will want you. You must give me enough energy to keep me growing again. I need orgasms, hundreds of orgasms to break through to your realm again. If you sequester yourself, I won't ever get enough. So, I will make the deal with you. I'll only make those you choose to desire want you, but in return you must give me many more, like yesterday, either by using those devices you had yesterday, or by desiring someone where there are many couples to also draw together. You see, if you couple with one within a group, I can not only feed on the whole group, but use each of them to reach others for several hours after."

"So if I don't think about having sex with them, you won't make them desire me?"

"I will slow my energy flowing to you and only release it when you want it, that is my word... if you keep your end of the bargain then only those you wish will be attracted. If not... If you start refusing to couple, then I will attract every women you walk past to want to fuck you, and fuck them you will."

"I'll do my best."

"Good," she whispered. She leaned down and kissed me again before she pushed up and dreamily floated away.

"Wait. I have a question."

She paused and turned to me.

"If you're not really Aphrodite, who are you?"

"I told you. I have had many names. Does it really matter which name you call me? Aphrodite works as well as any other."

"Then what do you really look like?"

She smiled. "When you look at a beautiful woman, I look like her. I do not have an appearance of my own, but take the form your mind gives to me. I am every beautiful woman you have ever seen. All you need to do is think of her to me and that is how I appear to you."

I felt my wife roll over away from me, her breast no longer resting on me and her head off my shoulder. I felt her shaking me and I opened my eyes to find myself in my own bedroom instead of on the beach. "Time to get up, lover," she said sleepily.

"Uh huh," I grunted, trying to let what I'd just dreamed stick in my mind. I had no idea if it was real or if it was fantasy. I sighed and rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. Not that I needed another, not after the long hot shower I'd taken the day before after what happened at the university. I still wasn't completely sure how or what had happened, other than having sex with the dean and that little coed. If I closed my eyes, I could vividly see my reflection as the redheaded girl getting banged against a window. It felt so real, even now.

"Honey! You need to see this!" Lydia, called to me while I was in the shower.

I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the bedroom, where she pointing to the TV.

"This is the second mass orgy in less than two weeks. The dean of the university, Dean Richards, is personally investigating the incident in conjunction with Doctor Evans, a renowned neurologist, and Doctor Suzanne Willis, a renowned public health investigator. Our reporter Malissa Crow visited with Doctor Evans. Malissa?"

"Good morning, David. I've been chatting with Doctor Evans, who is investigating both this and the restaurant event. Doctor, do you have any leads on what is happening here?"

"Well, first off, the public doesn't need to panic. We have already been able to eliminate any direct contact evidence between the two events. We have eliminated drugs, topical, ingested and airborne. This event, unlike the restaurant event covered a wide enough area at the same time to be able to eliminate all known forms of drug-induced psychosis. Every single person interviewed from both events report that they felt like they were not in control of themselves, that something was pushing them to engage in a sexual act with whoever happened to be close. This affected the faculty, staff and students here equally. Counselors are already on site to help the affected members and their families. This will undoubtedly impact those who are in committed relationships. What the significant others of the impacted members need to remember, is that what they did, they had no control over. It is much like being on a plane. The pilot might land or might crash and there isn't a thing you can do about it. In this case, the pilot appears to have been some kind of unknown mental inducement beyond control of the affected persons. They were no more able to stop what they were doing than they could control if the plane lands or not."

"That is a very interesting assessment. How do you come to that conclusion?"

"Partly from experience, and partly from the interviews. Every one of the students and staff that were interviewed reported that they felt like they were watching some one else doing it, even though it was their own body. After they were done, they reported feeling like they were drugged or drunk, and some we looked at exhibited all the symptoms of being high. Whatever this was, the victims were unable to control their actions."

"You say from experience. Does that mean you were affected as well?"

"I was, Julia. I found myself disrobed and having sex with a man in my office without any ability to stop my actions. I don't want to say he forced himself on me, because he didn't. I remember starting to undress myself and inviting him to help and have sex with me."

"I find that hard to believe. You had no control at all?"

"Not until after he had brought me to climax. Even then, for some time after, it was a struggle to not invite him to do it again."

"There you have it, David. They were unable to control their actions much like the patrons of the restaurant."

"So Malissa, is she giving the people involved a free pass? How is that going to go over with their husbands and wives?"

"David, she stressed that anyone having an issue needs to come in and talk with a counselor. There will certainly be some spouses that won't accept that they had no control, but the Doctor assures me that they can help these spouses better understand the situation that they were in."

"And there isn't any risk to the public?"

"That is correct. Neither of these events contained any form of violence, and it was stressed that none of the people involved felt anything negative at all, other than some guilt after the fact. She stresses that, while there is a chance this could happen elsewhere in our town, there isn't any way to predict if or when or where it could happen. Both events were completely spontaneous and unpredictable. "

"Alright, Thank you Malissa."

I said to Lydia, knowing full well that we were the source of the issue, "I don't believe it. They're covering for us." And if the dream I had was to be believed, Lydia had woken up some dormant inter-dimensional being.

Lydia said, "No, they're covering for themselves. Can you imagine the outrage if it came out that this was the result of an experiment the Doctor was doing? Everything the University does would be under a magnifying glass. There would be calls for criminal charges."

"Probably true," I agreed. "I need to tell you something."

"What can you possibly tell me that would surprise me at this point?"

"I think you'd better sit down," I said, then waited for her to settle on the end of the bed and related what I had been told in my dream, if it actually was a dream.

"So, this person, besides morphing into different people, basically told you that you're the chief priest and that you're the conduit for sexual energy that she feeds on?"

"Not only me, but you, as an acolyte."

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to believe all this?"

"When was the last time you had a dream that you could remember every single detail of?"

"I don't know. It's been a long time I guess."

"Yeah, dreams usually fade, right? This one isn't. I can still see her as clearly as if she were standing right in front of me. I can still feel the waves on my feet and the warmth of the sand and the feel of you lying against me. All of that is as real as if it were happening right now. Does that sound like a dream?"

"Well, no, not exactly."

"It doesn't to me either," I said. "She said it was all tied to the ring. You saw what happened when they tried to cut it off. It just grew back together. I can't get it off, no matter how hard I try. The more I pull, the tighter it gets. She said the only way it comes off is if I die or with some kind of spell to transfer it to another guy. But where the hell would I ever find a guy that wanted this?"

"I can think of a few," Lydia said with a smirk. When I didn't smile back she shook her head. "Sorry, lover. Bad joke. So, we just live with this?"

"She said that if I promised to feed her, like we did yesterday, that she wouldn't push every woman I see to do it, just the ones that I think about sex with."

"Right. That's almost every woman you see." She frowned. "And you're just supposed to do, what?"

"The way I figure it, the computer was picking up my brain waves and she was using it to flow out into either the network or the power wiring. That's the only explanation I have for how far it spread. There were people in the building, outside the building, even in other buildings doing it like rabbits. No telling how far it could spread if she gets even more powerful."

"And you're willing to let her?"

"I don't have much choice. I got the feeling that she'd feed on my energy if I didn't funnel enough her way. She sounded soft and sweet, but if it's some inter-dimensional being that's been alive for centuries, why would she care one bit about my life?"

"She probably wouldn't. So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go to work and see what happens. If I can keep my mind tamped down, I shouldn't see anything like what happened last time."

"Good luck with that."

"Yeah, well you have the same problem. Try not to think about sex and see what happens."