The Yoni And The Lingam 4
After my own dear 'goddess' withdrew from my life I was thoroughly depressed for a while, but soon put to good use the 'gifts,' she had left me. I presume you have already read the first three parts of my story, but just in case you haven't I will reiterate. 1. She somehow induced my cock to grow bigger, and conferred on me the title, 'Keeper of the Sacred Lingam.' 2. Another physiological change she induced was in my body chemistry which made me exude a very strong masculine 'aroma' (pheromones) which women found sexually stimulating. 3. I could in certain circumstances see the human 'aura' which let me see when a woman was sexually receptive to me. The aura around the pelvis turned a reddish hue when she became sexually aroused.
Far from being jealous, my goddess informed me that sex was a very spiritual thing, and not at all the shameful act that our western civilisation and religions had come to believe. 'Women will want to worship the sacred Lingam,' she told me, 'not even knowing they are partaking in a sacred rite, allow them to do so freely.' The idea took a bit of getting used to with all my years of western conditioning, but eventually I accepted the gifts that women seemed eager to give me, starting with Jessica, a young colleague from work. Later the same day I had a glorious sexual encounter with Annabelle, a slight older, but no less beautiful woman, an executive of the same company I worked for.
When I went home that night I was very happy with myself, not one, but
two
beautiful women had given themselves to me in the course of one afternoon. It seemed like every young man's dream, but thinking about it, I wondered if it may actually turn into a nightmare if I just fucked every woman who was available. I could easily imagine myself getting sick of that sort of life. Then I thought, '
but not just yet
.' Get out there and have some fun I urged myself, but be totally honest with them. You must warn them from the start that you have no need or want for a permanent relationship. If they chose to be with you on that basis, knowing what you've told them, then at least they've made an informed decision. Above all, be kind when dealing with women's feelings and emotions.
I was just sitting there after my evening meal, pondering how to best word my warning to prospective lovers, when my phone beeped with an incoming text.
'Hi, I've been thinking a lot about what we spoke about last time. Can I come over and talk to you - Maya?'
My heart raced with excitement; this was my Indian academic. An expert in Hindu manuscripts and mythology. However, she had succumbed to my pheromones once before, and would have done anything I wanted. Quite simply, I could have taken her sexually last time she was here, but I was conscious that her brother waited outside in their van. We simply didn't have the time, although in the short time she was here she had surprisingly handled my cock and even taken me in her mouth for a few seconds before I sent her on her way. I warned her to be absolutely sure what she wanted before she came back. She was a virgin, aged about twenty seven years old, unbelievable I know, but this is Indian Hindu families we are talking about folks, and not to be judged by the average standards of European or American society. They had different customs and values, but she wouldn't be a virgin for much longer if she came over tonight.
I sent a text back telling her she was welcome to come over, but please be sure about what she wanted and what may happen. A few minutes later she replied that she'd be with me in about an hour. A quick tidy up of the flat ensued, and I had a quick shower again. If I was going to be making love to the beautiful Maya, as I was 95% sure I would be, it was only courteous to smell nice for her.
Thinking about her in the shower only served to make my cock as hard as a stone. It jutted out, pointing upwards as I soaped it and my balls. Fuck, it was bigger again I thought, about nine inches now, and thick too. Turning into a real pussy stretcher I mused. From a slightly longer than normal cock, just over six inches, the average male being about six inches, I seemed to have grown another three inches in as many weeks.
Where would it end? She had told me it was still growing the last time I saw her. I hoped not too much more. I wanted to make love to women not scare them out of their wits. Nothing to do with me of course, it was my goddess who had initiated this miracle, because that's what it was. A fucking bona fide miracle which even the Vatican would have no trouble confirming. Maybe they'd make me a saint I thought. What name would they give me, St Phallus? Saint Dick? Saint Salami? St Lingam Of The Screen? Such are the idle musings of a fool washing his balls.
I didn't bother to get fully dressed. There didn't seem to be much point, so I just put on a white bathrobe, and white sports socks to keep my feet warm. Hey, this is the UK, it can get a little bit cold and draughty without warning, even in the summer. Brits are always talking about the weather because we can have four seasons in one day, the weather is changeable.
Soon after I got out of the shower, the doorbell rang and I knew of course it was Maya. She smiled at me, looking decidedly nervous, as I let her in. We went into the lounge and she sat on the couch, so I sat beside her. I might as well give her a good quick sniff of my manly odour to get her in the mood I thought.
'Well, what can I do for you tonight Maya?' I asked her. She started talking about how important it was that she document all the unexplained happenings regarding the screen. She wanted to know more about my mysterious lady love, etc, etc. I knew that was just 'froth,' and she was prattling away because of nerves. I could see the reddish hue of her aura and knew she was sexually aroused and had really come here to lose her virginity.
'Well, I can tell you all about that my lovely Maya,' I assured her, she smiled, 'but maybe some other time, eh?' She looked at me, her train of thought derailed. The silence stretched out, and she looked at me, it was a 'rabbit in the headlights,' moment. Her hands were working nervously in her lap, she was blinking rapidly, and then she swallowed hard. All signs of extreme nervousness. I finally let her off the hook.
'I'm so disappointed in you Maya,' I said, sounding suitably disappointed, she looked crestfallen. She was obviously embarrassed, and just looked at the floor, silent, unable to look me in the eyes.
'I thought you came here to worship my Sacred Lingam,' and she looked up, her mouth open as if about to protest, but while she was looking at the floor I had opened my robe and my hard cock stood rigidly, big, thick and with his one eye staring at the ceiling. Her eyes fixed on it, and I could immediately hear her breathing change; she was really excited. Her aura flashed red again showing me her sexual agitation. 'Come closer Maya, kneel here on the floor before me so you can get a better look at it. She shook her head slowly from side to side as if reluctant, her brain telling her no, but her pussy saying yes.
The pussy won the first round, and Maya slipped off the couch and got down on the floor, shuffling on her knees to get into position between my knees. She just knelt there with one hand on my right knee and the other on my left, staring at my cock and balls, wide eyed. She was gasping for breath, her excitement mounting by the second. She shuffled a little closer and reached out to touch me, the palms of her hands together. It looked as if she was about to say a prayer, but she opened her hands and sandwiched my cock between them, bowed her head, almost kissing the tip and started mumbling something in her own language.
'Fuck me, she IS praying
,' I thought. Okay, that was reasonable, after all it was a religious moment for her knowing what she believed in
When she was finished, there was a slight pause, then one of her elegant hands grasped me just above my balls and the other closer to the head. She looked at me with those big, dark, beautiful eyes, the hint of a little nervous smile on her face, and then she stretched forward and took me in her mouth again. It felt amazing, and she never for one instant took those lovely eyes away from my face. After a minute or so of this, I asked her to come through to the bedroom where it would be more comfortable. There was no hesitation, she got to her feet, and I took her hand, leading the way.
We stood beside the bed with her behaving very passively. I understood completely, she was a shy, modest girl of Indian ethnicity. She would need to be led, and very gently too. She was going to need my complete understanding and patience if we were going to get the best out of our love making.