"You spent what on this?" asked Cynthia angrily.
"I thought it was a fun souvenir," Adam said.
"Well, it sure is interesting,” Cynthia admitted. Adam had just come back from a business trip. He always liked to find folk art souvenirs at local antique stores. This time he had brought back what he thought was one of his best scores. He’d been to the island of Cyprus which happened to be the place where there used to be a large cult dedicated to the Greek Goddess Aphrodite and her mischievous son Eros.
Adam liked to learn about the local folklore and history of the places he visited. At one of the markets where they sold antiques (or items that they tried to pass for them), he had bought what could only be described as a wooden phallus. This was the reason for his excitement and Cynthia’s skepticism. "Look at what I got you!" Adam said excitedly.
"Hmm... a penis," Cynthia said dryly. "Just what I needed. Did you miss the memo that girls prefer perfume, diamonds, and designer handbags?"
Adam smiled, he knew she was joking. Or at least, Cynthia wasn’t really into those kinds of things.
"This is not just any penis. This once belonged to the ancient cult of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love," Adam said.
"You’ve got to be kidding! Well, who knows where that thing might have been," Cynthia said wryly.
Adam smiled. "A lot can happen indeed in 2000 years," he said.
"And you paid $1000 for this?"
"Well, it’s a piece of history and I thought it would enhance our bedroom decor," Adam said.
"Yeah right, as if I need more than one dick in the bedroom."
"Now, now, no need to get personal. But I can give you some if you want?" Adam pushed Cynthia down on the bed. She pretended to resist, but that melted away quickly as he started kissing her. He’d been gone for two weeks, and she had missed his intimacy.
"How about if this dick gives you some pleasure to make up for my poor judgment of presents?"
Cynthia pretended to pout a bit but quickly gave in. Adam started caressing her thighs and kissing her body. She could feel by his passion that he’d missed her too. That was perhaps the one good thing about all his travels. It kept their relationship exciting. Adam slowly moved his hand inside her slip and started playing with her bush. She was all-natural, and Adam liked it that way. Cynthia repositioned herself to give Adam’s magic hand better access. She always loved the way his magic fingers pleased her and she felt her wetness growing.
"Excuse me, darling, hold on a minute. Duty calls." Adam’s phone went off. Poor timing.
"Hello," he said. "Oh, hey, how are you? Oh no, it’s a good time, we can talk. I was just unpacking, that can wait."
"Oh really?" Cynthia thought, "you’ve got to be kidding me." Adam walked out of the room talking to god knows who about some boring work-related thing. Couldn’t that wait?
Cynthia picked up Adam’s souvenir and looked it over. It was very well made indeed. Must have been olive or some other hardwood. The detail was amazing, the thick veins, the pointy head, and scrotum that doubled as a base. It’s like an ancient dildo, but also a piece of art. Adam took his time and Cynthia got bored waiting. She started fingering herself and absent-mindedly moving the tip of the ancient object around her wet lips. It felt as if there was some warmth radiating from the wood and every time it touched her flesh it gave her a strange but pleasant sensation like butterflies fluttering around. “Not unpleasant at all,” Cynthia thought. Perhaps those Greeks were on to something.
She became increasingly excited and started rubbing the object slowly around her swollen wet lips, every once in a while touching her clit, which gave her a little pleasant shock that made her jump. "Hmm, perhaps I should have washed this thing first," she thought. But, she couldn’t help herself. It was as if there was some invisible force that created a desire to get this penis object inside her. She tried to resist but couldn’t, and then she did it. Or perhaps it did it!? Suddenly, the phallus was deep inside her. Perhaps it was her two-week drought and the excitement with Adam, but this felt really good, yet different. This was not your regular sex toy feeling, this had a strange effect on her. She felt orgasmic energy radiating up her spine and exploding into her head.
"Are you alright?" Adam called. "Are you leaving anything for me?" He had heard Cynthia’s climactic screams and gasps and had quickly ended the call so as not to embarrass himself with his caller. "Sorry, kids are getting home and being loud" (which was a lie). Adam walked into the bedroom and froze.
"What’s going on here?" he asked angrily.
"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked. "You’re the one who left me hanging."
"Yeah, and then you have a back-up lover hidden underneath the bed?" Adam said.
"What?" Cynthia said in confusion.
"Who is that stranger next to you?" Cynthia looked to the side and saw a tan and muscular naked man lying next to her, smiling at the two of them. She jumped out of bed in shock.
"Hello, I am Eros," the stranger said, "son of Aphrodite. Thank you for bringing me back to life. As a reward, I will give you a 24-hour Greek Orgy experience."
Both Cynthia and Adam stood there stunned. Out of nowhere, this man had appeared in their bedroom. He was shortish, had dark curly hair, muscular legs, and a strong upper body. He also had what seemed to be an above-average penis for his body size and stature. He did look just like a Greek God.
"What just happened? Who did you say you are? Eros? How is that possible?" Adam gasped.
"Oh, to make a long story short," Eros said, "Nemesis the goddess of retribution didn’t care for the pass I made at her at one of our Orgies. She can get a bit harsh in her punishments and she saw it fit to shrink me down to my penis as my punishment. The only way the spell could be broken is when my penis would be inserted in one of my demi-god descendants. So, nice to meet you, Cynthia," Eros said. "I gather it has been a while, so even though you are related to my off-spring I think we’re probably far enough removed to be in the clear." He continued to lay in their bed calmly with a cheerful boyish smile.
"Was I just brought to an amazing orgasm by my great great great grandfather?" Cynthia thought. She tried to not dwell on it, as Eros didn’t look a day over twenty-one electrifying the bedroom with his erotic energy.
"So," Eros said with a smile, "before we get started tell me about your sexual experiences so far. How many men and women have you slept with Adam?"
"Well," Adam said, "four women that I had actual sex with and then a couple who I played with a bit."
"No, seriously," Eros said, "how many?"
"That’s it!" Adam said, somewhat embarrassed.
"But what about servants, slaves, and boyhood friends?" asked Eros.
"Uhm, I’m sorry but times may have changed a bit," Adam said.
"Well, we have our work cut out for us then. You are not ready at all for a full-on Greek God Orgy. I believe a man cannot please a woman if he has not fully explored all facets of his own sexuality which means fully understanding his own male desires and pleasures. We will have to work on that first."
"What do you mean by that?" Adam said.
"That means that you have to learn to please and satisfy a man among other things," Eros said, matter-of-factly.
"And what about you, Cynthia, what is the breadth of your experience?"
"Well, I did have a brief affair with my college roommate." This was something she had never admitted to Adam, though he always had wondered about her interest in other women. "And then there was this threesome one time and I probably slept with about ten guys give or take."
"Well, that is at least a start," Eros said.
"Adam, let’s start with you. Can you please lay down? Let’s start with how we focus the sexual energy of the penis for maximum effect."
To Adam’s own surprise, he followed Eros’ commands and laid down on the bed. Eros sat next to him and started stroking his penis. Even though Adam had never been with a man, he had thought about it a few times as a fantasy but never felt the urge to act on it. Eros’ touch was quite stimulating. His penis responded and jumped up in position and became hard and he felt his balls contract to produce some lubricating pre-cum. He was still deprived from not having had sex for two weeks which always made the sex more intense.
"Your energy is strong," Eros said. "We can work with this."
He leaned over and started gently licking the tip of Adam’s penis, where the small bead of juice had formed. Eros seemed to be able to activate every nerve concentrated in the tip of his penis. Adam closed his eyes and drifted away in a state of ultimate relaxation and ecstasy. Maybe he should have explored his bisexual interests more, this was the best blow-job he’d ever received.
Cynthia was watching it all unfold. She started feeling aroused again, seeing her man being pleasured by another man, a Greek God. This was strangely exciting to her. Eros waved her closer and with one hand he started harvesting her vaginal juices and using them to lubricate his own anus.
"Now," Eros said, "I want you to keep your eyes closed and sit on your knees."
Adam followed his command as if in trance.
"I will guide your penis towards Cynthia’s vagina that you have been craving," Eros said with a wink to Cynthia as he was positioning himself in front of Adam. "Yes, nice and easy... slide it into that super tight orifice of hers. Imagine deflowering a virgin, so tight."