The Yoni and the Lingam

After the visit and seduction of Ameera on Monday afternoon/evening, I had spent the rest of the evening changing the bed sheets, doing some laundry, and various other household tasks that needed done. Sure, I was a male living on my own, but that doesn't mean I didn't keep the place clean and welcoming to my occasional lovers and friends. I thought it was more essential now than ever given my new status as, 'Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam.' I figured I may have a steady stream of female visitors in the years to come, and I'd get a better response from them if the place was clean, and didn't smell of old socks, stale pizza boxes, and unwashed dishes.

First thing on Tuesday morning I had a call from Maya telling me she had missed me, and truthfully, even though I had been with Ameera, I had missed Maya too. During the conversation she asked me about my clothing sizes, so thinking nothing of it really I told her, then asked her why. She replied that what happened at the women's group meeting the previous Thursday was something that would probably happen a lot more in future. Furthermore, she went on, she'd been thinking of how to modify my clothing to make it much more convenient to provide proof.

'You mean, easier to show them my cock,' I teased. She giggled, 'well, essentially yes, but also to conceal as well to some extent. It would be easier if you were Scottish and wore a kilt of course, you'd just have to lift it up higher like I do with my skirt.' The thought of Maya lifting her skirt and exposing her shaven pussy was a very pleasant one and had me hard within seconds.

'Would you like to come over and show me what you mean?' I suggested. She didn't reply immediately, but her breathing changed, a little heavier.

'Oh god, I'd love nothing more,' she finally gasped out, 'but I can't get away today. I'll come tomorrow evening if you still want me to come over, and I should have this clothing idea sorted out and ready for you to try on. You can wear it on Thursday at the women's group if you approve of what I suggest,' she added. So, we arranged for her to come over, the next night and I must say I was looking forward to seeing her again, and seeing her ideas for my 'convenience clothing,' as I began to think of it.

The rest of the day was uneventful, I just knuckled down and got on with my work. Well, what did you expect? I can't spend every day having sex with gorgeous women although it has to be said, it's not entirely a

bad

idea. I'm sure I'd get tired of it pretty damned quickly.

Likewise the next day, I just got on with my work the best I could, but I thought about Maya a lot more, knowing she was coming round that evening and wondering what she had cooked up for me clothes wise. It was very intriguing, but I'd find out soon enough I thought, and so it proved to be. Time hung heavy all through that day, but once I'd had my evening meal, I quickly showered. Rather than get fully dressed,' I decided, 'if I was going to be trying on clothes, I would just put on a bath robe. I wrapped it over the front, and tied it tight. Track suit bottoms, the soft cotton type and I was ready for just about anything the gorgeous Maya may bring to me. The doorbell rang about 7pm, and I hurried to let her in.

'Come in,' I said, 'it's so lovely to see you again,' and we embraced just inside the hallway so the neighbours couldn't see. Of course that embrace turned into a very passionate and intimate kiss, which lasted for quite some time. I think we could just as easily have gone straight to the bedroom judging by the slight flush on her face, and the hardness of my cock. However, I was curious to see what ideas she had for me so we went into the lounge instead and sat down side by side. She had brought a shopping bag with her which I presumed contained whatever things she had brought. The first thing she took out was a white garment.

'This is an Indian shirt called a "Kurta." This one,' she explained, 'is white cotton and very basic, but they come in other colours and some are very elaborate with embroidered mandarin collars, and in other more luxurious materials. They are much longer than a European shirt, and not meant to be worn inside your trousers, they are meant to hang free .and will reach down almost to your knees. This would serve your purpose very well, and will conceal the lingam until you think it time to reveal yourself.' She looked at me as she finished speaking. 'What do you think?' I nodded my approval.

'Yes, I think it's a great idea, and of course they will maybe like that I'm wearing Indian clothes too. Won't they? I concluded.

'Exactly, it will add to your mystique that you have adopted one of our traditional garments. I'm pretty sure that they will love that.'

'What do I wear on the bottom though, just my normal trousers, jeans, track suit bottoms? Or what?' I enquired.

'Well, I've thought of that too,' she admitted. 'I bought a cheap pair of supermarket jeans and "altered," them using my mother's sewing machine last night. Basically I've left the waistband intact, but removed a panel of material about four inches wide where the zip would normally be. That means as soon as you pull the Kurta up, the sacred lingam will be immediately on display. No messing about with unzipping yourself and pulling down your pants. The Kurta will hide everything until you're ready to show it.' She looked at me again, looking a bit worried this time. 'You maybe think that's a crazy idea,' she said. I picked up the jeans and the Kurta.

'I'll got try them on and see what you think when I come back,' I said, leaving the room. 'Back in a moment,' and going into my bedroom stripped off my bath robe, pulled on the jeans (no underpants) and buttoned the waistband. My cock and balls were entirely exposed, especially my cock which jutted straight out. To tell the truth it felt kind of horny as I imagined showing myself like this to all these lovely women. I slipped the Kurta over my head and it fell half way down my thighs, almost to my knees concealing everything. It was a very loose and comfortable garment made of soft cotton which felt good against my skin, and it would be easily lifted to show my cock. I went back into the lounge and did a mock fashion model type pirouette for Maya.

'What do you think, how do I look dressed like this,' she beamed her answer at me. A gorgeous smile, and I could see she was pleased. 'It feels great,' I confirmed to her, 'and it's going to make me a bit of a "Quick Draw McGraw," when it comes to getting my cock out.' She looked quizzical, so I had to explain 'Quick Draw McGraw,' to her, that it was a joke, a children's cartoon. She laughed and indicated I should sit beside her again.

'Okay, let's pretend,' she began. 'Let's pretend it's tomorrow night and the first one comes in seeking proof. I'll pretend to be her, so I get down on my knees between your knees,' and as she said it she slipped down off the couch, kneeling in front of me. 'Show me how you pull the Kurta up. I knew what she was up to, but went along with her all the same, so I pulled the shirt up exposing my hard cock.

'Wow,' she gulped, 'that works perfectly, and I didn't do too bad a job for a first try,' she said reaching forward to adjust the jeans. 'The waist band keeps your jeans in place, but is easily unbuttoned for more freedom if required,' she explained unbuttoning the aforementioned waist band. 'The gap is wide enough I think, it lets your lingam out just perfectly,' and she reached for my cock and began to stroke it as I knew she would do all along.

She smiled, shyly at me, and I smiled at her, and reaching forward grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her closer until my knob brushed against her lips. She very nicely and obligingly kissed and licked along my length and took what she could manage into her beautiful mouth. It felt sublime. As her head bobbed up and down, I took my cock in my hand.

'Don't stop sucking, but your hands are free now that I'm holding it myself, so take your clothes off for me please.' She immediately began to unbutton her blouse, still sucking my cock and within seconds stripped it off, her bra followed, and I marvelled at her gorgeous tits again with those sensitive and very hard nipples. Her skirt joined her blouse and bra on the floor. Her hand slipped between her legs and I could see she was touching herself. 'Get those panties off,' I suggested, and for this she had to break contact with my cock, standing up in front of me, pushing them down and slipping them over her feet and off. She made to get back down on her knees, but I pulled her towards me instead and she came onto the couch, her legs straddling mine, which left her thighs nicely open and her pussy very vulnerable.

I reached down and rubbed my swollen knob against her pussy lips and she groaned loudly. Pulling her own pussy lips apart, she looked down between her legs, and rubbed herself harder against me, sinking a little lower. Now I was breaching the barrier of her labia, and in I went, and in deeper still until she had swallowed my knob entirely. Slowly she worked herself up and down, her pussy spewing her juices until she sank as low as possible and I knew she was filled, she had as much as she could take.

She moaned again. I reached up and softly caressed her stunning titties, brushing her nipples with my thumbs, and her hips began to move, fucking me, up and down, side to side, grinding herself on my cock. Yes, she was relatively inexperienced, but she already knew what she liked, and was finding out more with each new love making session.

'Rub your clitoris for me please,' I said quietly, just a suggestion, not a command, and her hands slid lower, down under between her legs, and she began to circle her clitoris, bringing herself even more pleasure. She was moaning and groaning louder and louder and I knew she was almost there. So, I leaned forward and took one impressively hard nipple in my mouth and sucked while I squeezed the other one firmly, pulling it towards me, milking it. Her nipples were ultra-sensitive and that was enough, she lost all control, and came, and came, letting me know loudly how much she was loving it. She gradually slowed down and finally ground to halt and stopped, her orgasm over, but still sitting happily on my hard dick.

'Oh god, that was incredible,' she gasped out, her breathing beginning to return to normal. 'I like this position. You're teaching me so much, and I'm loving it all,' she whispered in my ear. I said nothing, just held her tightly, my cock still buried deeply in her soft pussy.

She kissed me, very nicely, very passionately, and squirmed a bit, impaled as she was on my cock, so I gave her a good hard thrust, driving up into her mushy wetness. She let out a noise somewhere between a grunt, a moan and a scream.

'Aawooo, ugh, oh fuck,' she gasped, 'oh fuck, that was a surprise.' Whether it was uncomfortable or even painful she didn't say, but it galvanised her pussy into action again and she hesitantly started to move, and seemingly gaining confidence with every thrust started to fuck me, her hips pistoning back and forth, pussy sliding along the length of my cock drawing moans from her half open mouth. Her head went back eyes closed, and this time rather than let her do all the work I held both sides of her pelvis and helped her slide up and down while I pushed up and into her, meeting her thrust for thrust.

It wasn't too long before I realised from her increasing moans and whimpering noises that she was about to come again. I reached up and managed to get her right nipple in my mouth, and nibbled and sucked on it, but when I accidentally nibbled it a bit harder than intended she reacted by orgasming.

'Oh fuck, yes oh god oh fuck oh yes... nnnahhh.' She became quite frantic in her movements and almost unseated herself a couple of time, but I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her pussy down onto my cock. She ground herself hard against her vaginal invader until at last with one final long high pitched, shuddering moan she slumped down on top of me. Gasping for breath, her chest heaving and inadvertently rubbing her nipples against my chest too.

When she recovered sufficiently to become aware of things she realised that I was still hard, and hadn't come yet. She became quite distressed and apologised for being so selfish, saying what a terrible, useless lover she was, etc, etc. It took me ages to convince her that she was wrong, and far from being a terrible lover she was a wonderful responsive lover who made me feel that

I

was a great lover. I loved to hear and feel her come I told her, and it was me who was holding back because I wanted her to come again and again. I promised her that I wasn't finished with her yet and I was going to make her come a lot more before the night was over.

We moved through to the bedroom and that's exactly what I did. We made love in various positions. Sometimes I fucked her hard and fast, sometimes I was relaxed and gentle, and Maya, was ready to take it all and enjoy it until finally I came and filled her pussy with my come. When I withdrew on that final and mutual orgasm, she sucked and licked my cock and balls lovingly. A perfect end to a loving and affectionate night. She went home, kissing me goodnight when I saw her to her car, and telling me she was, 'sore, but happy,' who could ask for anything more.

The next evening saw me in the car park of the temple, ready to meet Maya's women's group again, and as before Maya met me in the car park and escorted me inside, where there seemed to be even more women than there had been the time before. Maya led me into a room full of women, seemingly all talking at once, but the talking died away very rapidly as they all sat up and faced forward in their seats looking at me. It was somewhat daunting to say the least, although they all seemed to be very friendly, with some very familiar faces. The first of these being Ameera, who sat in the front row right in front of the raised platform. To call it a stage would be somewhat misleading. It was only a few inches high at most, just enough to raise the speaker that little bit higher above the audience. Ameera gave me the most wonderful smile as I sat down, and I returned it, thoughts of her nakedness flashed through my mind.

Once again Maya took charge, after all, they were her friends and it was her who had introduced me to the group. She basically told them pretty much what she had told them the week before, how I had bought the stolen temple screen in a junk shop and after cleaning and restoring it I had contacted the temple and offered to donate it. She had gone along to see it, and realised what a holy and sacred treasure it was. She added that I had been blessed and honoured by the temple in a ceremony a few weeks before. Another big round of applause, and when it died down she told them that she had spoken to me quite a few times and had come to know of the reasons behind my donation. It was an amazing story she told them, and so she had asked me to come along and share it with the group. There was a huge round of applause at this point, so she introduced me and left me to carry on.

I looked at them for a moment, very theatrical I know, and I could see they were waiting expectantly for me to speak. I stood up, rather than stay in my seat as I had done last week, which also showed off my Kurta, a more Indian ethnic look and every eye was on me, all those beautiful dark eyes.

'First of all,' I started, 'thank you all so much for inviting me back again. It's an absolute honour and a privilege to be back with you once more.' I stopped talking, they clapped enthusiastically. 'I have no clue what I'm going to say to you, I said most of it last week, although I can see that some of you weren't here last week and so wouldn't have heard the story.' Ameera, as she had done last week jumped in.

'Just tell us the story again please sir,' she said sounding deferential. 'A good story is always worth listening to twice, and it is a very good story,' she concluded. I thanked her for her support and just basically re-told what I had told them the previous week.

I had bought the screen at a local junk shop, I began, where it had lain concealed and forgotten for over fifty years. I told them how myself and the young female assistant in the shop theorised that it must have been taken back to the UK by someone many years before the junk shop acquired it. We didn't know who, it was all too long ago, but we imagined they had either been a soldier or a civil servant returning from India. When they had passed away the contents of the house must have been sold off, and so it had lain undisturbed for many years until I came along and bought it. How much, or rather how little I had paid for something so priceless to them drew gasps of amazement from my attentive audience.

I told them how I was using it as a headboard for my bed until the dreams started, and I told them a little about the dreams and my 'goddess,' who has asked me to return it.

'You believed this "Goddess," in your dreams to be a real entity and not just a dream?' queried Ameera, playing the part of spokesperson again, and knowing full well she was feeding me the openings to introduce the more controversial aspects of my story.

'Yes, she told me she was my wife, had always been, and would always be, which explains why she was wearing the 'Nath,' the first time I dreamed about her. You all know the significance of the Nath, worn only on the wedding night.' There was a ripple of conversation at that point and much nodding of heads.

'Do you still dream of her,' asked Maya. I assured her that I did, but unfortunately it was only dreams, not like when she had come to me before. I knew however that we would be together again, I added, when the cycle of death and rebirth reunited us. This caused a bit of an uproar, and I just stood there looking at them, smiling at their reaction until they had settled down again.

'You told us last week that your wife left you with a few miraculous gifts' Ameera said. 'Would you care to share these with us again?' So, I told them I could now see the human aura, which of course some of them didn't understand until Maya, an expert on Hindu religion, myths and legends explained it.

'Is that useful in any way,' Ameera asked again, 'and if so why?

'Yes, it's extremely useful,' I answered, 'but I'd prefer to keep that to myself in case it upsets anybody. It's very private.' There was no point in telling them that when they were feeling sexually receptive, in other words, horny I could tell by one glance at the reddish hue of the aura around their pelvic region that they wanted to fuck me. That would just horrify and embarrass them for no reason, and make them feel very uncomfortable.

'My friends,' Maya began, 'his goddess/wife left him something beyond price, and through him she left

us

something beyond price. She has made him, "The Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam," and just like the week before it caused utter mayhem in the room. It seemed to go on for ages, but Ameera stepped in, and stood up on the platform with me, calling for silence.

'My dear friends,' she began, 'this claim last week was verified by myself and a number of other witnesses. You all know me, you all know I am a doctor, so therefore an expert in human anatomy, so I was the one chosen to verify that something extraordinary was happening with this young man. You've all been sworn to secrecy, even the ones who weren't here last week otherwise there could be very serious repercussions for us, our temple, and our religion. Imagine what would happen if the tabloid newspapers got even a sniff of this story.' Again there was a murmur of approval. She turned and looked at me. 'Are you willing this week to prove again that you are what you say you are?