Extras: Yoni and Lingam

For further reading and the origin of the 'Sacred Lingam' I recommend you to read at least the first story in the original 'Yoni And Lingam,' series, where everything will be explained and make sense.

After meeting Leanne by chance at my local mini mart, we spent a lovely evening together indulging in my favourite pastime, sex. She proved to be an enthusiastic and wonderful lover once she got over her initial reluctance and cast her suspicions aside.

It came as no surprise to me when I got a phone call from her the next day. I was expecting it really, for very few of my lovers have ever refused to come back for more. However, this was a little different. She wanted to come and see me, but she asked if she could bring one of her medical colleagues from the hospital with her. I was a little taken aback and my first question was, 'male or female?' whereupon she laughed out loud.

'Oh, she's female alright,' was her reply, 'one of the doctors. I don't think she was on duty the day you came into the clinic. It was her day off, so you've never seen her. We've become good friends, and I mean

friends,

neither of us is bi, or lesbian. Anyway,' she went on, 'I confided in her about meeting you again, and to say she is sceptical about what I told her is putting it mildly. She's one of these women who is totally dedicated to her work, she believes nothing she hasn't seen with her own two eyes. She wants to meet you, and check you out from a medical viewpoint. I've told her you won't come back into the hospital, so she wants to come and see you. Is it okay if I bring her round to meet you?'

Well, I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea. If Leanne was coming round to visit I would have expected her to get into bed and have some fun again, so that was a major disappointment. On the other hand, the little devil that sits on my left shoulder and whispers mild wickedness into my ear was telling me to agree. This doctor wants to examine my dick; fine, let's see how that goes then shall we. I may let her examine me a lot more closely than she imagined if I find her attractive, because if I find her attractive I'm going to fuck her. I knew, even with a degree of initial reluctance on her part, she would end up in my bed once those undetectable pheromones tickled her nostrils and she saw my cock.

Just after 7pm my doorbell rang, and there was my lovely Leanne with a very attractive woman standing beside her. She was about five foot six, or seven inches tall, dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, slim with what looked like a decent figure under her jacket. I could see from the skirt she wore that she had good legs as well.

Thank you very much Leanne

, I thought,

I'll make the most of this one.

'This is Isobel,' said Leanne. 'The doctor I told you about, the one who wants to examine you more thoroughly.' I looked at the lovely doctor and gave her a perfectly genuine smile. She smiled back as is only natural, and I invited them both into my flat. I showed them into the lounge, which Leanne was all too familiar with, and they sat down together on the couch. Isobel carried a briefcase, which I presumed had some medical significance.

I looked at Leanne and could see the red haze of her aura, she was feeling horny already as I knew she would be. She not only had the experience of the previous evening, but coming back she naturally had the expectation, consciously or not that she'd get more of the same. Isobel was an added complication. A lovely complication I'd just have to make the most of.

I sat down opposite them, totally relaxed, and looked at them. I looked at Leanne, and she looked back at me. Her aura pulsed red, and I could tell by the wicked smile on her face that she was thinking about the night before. She had that kind of smile that only passes between lovers. Warm, secretive, unwavering, and best of all, inviting, she wanted more.

Isobel on the other hands seemed very focussed on what she had come here for, and opened her briefcase, taking out a folder, and having a look at the papers within.

'Leanne told me about meeting you yesterday evening, well... confided would be closer to the mark. I looked up your records and see the original diagnosis was that you were perfectly normal in every way.' She paused for a moment as she looked at her papers. 'No problem with erection, around eight inches fully erect, which is longer than average, but apart from that, there's nothing to indicate you have any problems,' she went on. 'No STD's (sexually transmitted diseases) nothing abnormal except you insisted your penis had grown significantly in the previous month or so, which to tell the truth seems highly unlikely.'

I just sat there, completely relaxed and agreed with everything she said. Leanne just smiled, letting Isobel talk, but she knew better, having made good use of the 'unlikely,' growth of my dick the night before. Isobel's aura had begun to show traces of red almost as soon as she had sat down, and it was getting stronger by the minute. Her arousal was probably not strong enough yet for her to be fully aware of how she was feeling, but she was heading in that direction, the right direction as far as I was concerned.

'Leanne tells me you refuse to come back to the hospital for further observation, so, and I have to stress that this is highly unusual, I've offered to see you in strictest confidence here in your own home. Are you willing to allow me to examine you this evening?' she asked all businesslike. I pretended to think about it for a moment, and then agreed.

'Are you happy for Leanne to be present during the examination?' she asked, and I told her it was perfectly fine with me, and besides, I added, it was only fit and proper that she should have another medical professional present as a witness. She agreed with my assertion.

Rather than go through to the bedroom and have me lie on top of the bed for the examination, I suggested Leanne and I change places, and I would sit beside Isobel on the couch while Leanne observed from my chair which was directly opposite. Once all that was taken care of the good doctor took surgical gloves, the same blue colour that Leanne had worn the night before, and turned to me.

'Shall we proceed?' she suggested, and so I slowly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and peeled down my trousers and underpants, lifting my arse from the couch to facilitate the disrobing. My cock, already hard from the hope and expectation that he may be buried in this very attractive and unsuspecting woman in the not too distant future, sprang upright in all his glory.

'Oh my god,' Leanne said quietly under her breath. 'I still can't believe it, even after seeing it last night.' A good reaction from Leanne I thought, and looked at Isobel. Her face had grown decidedly flushed, her eyes wide with surprise, and the aura around her hips was pulsing a lovely red colour, she was horny now, no doubt about that, and now

she

knew it too. I imagined just for a moment, down there in the warm darkness between her legs, her pussy was already dispensing her lubricating juices into the double thickness gusset of her panties. She was well aware that she was wet, but on the surface she was pretending it wasn't happening.

She just looked at my erection for about ten seconds, saying nothing, and then she reached out one hand, very tentatively. I noticed her hand was trembling and then her fingers, very lightly at first, but taking a stronger grip, were trying to encircle my cock. She gulped audibly, and sighed.

'So hard,' she gasped trying to maintain her professional demeanour, as her fingers failed to meet around my girth. I could see she was struggling to remain objective, but failing rapidly when confronted by the surge in pheromones and the sheer unexpected shock of a cock that size. 'It's... impressive... very impressive I must admit, and... and you say you were no more than average size... six inches I think you told my colleagues,' she said breathlessly, looking at her notes, trying to recover her professional detachment.

'Mmm... but it says in the notes,' she was speaking to herself more than to me, 'you were actually around eight inches long when you presented at the clinic. I can't believe my colleagues got it so wrong. It's obviously much more than that, somewhere between eleven or twelve inches with a commensurate girth. I've never seen or experienced anything like this in all the years I've been a doctor.'

She came closer still, then asked me to stand up in front of her, which I did. She pushed my cock up to look underneath, and cupped my balls in her left hand. I knew she wasn't trying to make me feel good, but that's exactly the affect she was having as she handled my cock and balls. Obviously, she had seen nothing untoward underneath and raised her head looking up to find herself eye to eye with my swollen knob. Her breathing became heavier still, and a fine sheen of perspiration began to show on her forehead. Her mouth gaped open, and I knew she was tempted, but she shook her head as if to clear her brain, and pulled back a little. I sat down beside her again.

'Can you trace this back to any particular event or thing that happened to you?' she asked, seemingly unaware that she was holding my cock again, which I was pleased about. 'Something extraordinary is taking place, that is undeniable,' she said as she began to rub up and down on my length making me feel even better.

I leaned forward, and spoke quietly into her ear.

'Yes, something extraordinary is taking place, but not just with my cock,' and this super intelligent woman looked at me with a look of total bewilderment, and very faintly nodded her head. 'You like what you see, don't you Isobel?' I suggested. She shook her head in denial.

'No,' her voice wavered, not so strong and self-assured as she had been a few short minutes before. 'No... I'm a doctor. I'm here to examine you and ascertain if there is anything...' she paused, 'any... thing...' she repeated, confused. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply her reluctance crumbling faster, 'anything of medical con... concern,' she finally got out.

'And have you discovered anything of medical concern,' I almost whispered in her ear, as I laid my hand on the forearm of the hand which was stroking my cock. She shook her head as I caressed her arm, sliding my hand further up to her elbow almost touching her breast.

I looked across at Leanne, who seemed almost mesmerised by what she was seeing. Her dedicated friend and colleague looked as if she was breaking her professional detachment and giving me a 'hand job.' Far from being shocked or distressed, she looked as if she was enjoying the sight. I winked at her and she gave me an even bigger smile as she winked back. She knew what was going to happen now, and given her obvious enjoyment I wondered where this might lead.

I returned my attention to the lovely Isobel, obviously struggling with some inner conflict. Her brain was telling her that this was all wrong, but her body was betraying her, leading her astray, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to stop herself. She wanted it, no matter what her brain or sense of ethics said, because there was a more insistent, more primitive force at work between her legs.

My hand now on her upper forearm, lightly caressing her arm was making her shiver, and when my fingertips lightly caressed her breast through the flimsy fabric of her blouse, she was helpless to let a quiet little moan escape her beautiful mouth.

'No,' she whimpered, 'this isn't right,' but she made no move to stop me touching her breast. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was all excitement, fast and shallow. I leaned in closer to her ear, and let me lips caress the side of her neck, smelling her expensive perfume. She was liking it no matter what she said.

'You love my big cock, don't you Isobel,' I whispered in her ear, and could feel her take a slightly firmer grip even though she shook her head in denial. 'Your hand feels wonderful Isobel. It would feel even nicer if you rubbed it a little bit faster,' and her hand rubbing my cock sped up as I asked her to do. That was the turning point; she was no longer examining my cock; she was playing with it and sexually stimulating it.

I was in no danger of coming, exciting as the situation was. Since becoming the 'Sacred Lingam,' I could control myself much more now than I had been able to before. I was gradually finding out these things as I learned more about my new found abilities.

'Oh Isobel, your hand feels wonderful,' I said to her, whispering in her ear, encouraging her even more. 'Don't forget to examine the effect of arousal on the size and shape of my penis,' I suggested reminding her of why she was here in the first place. 'You need to look very closely.'

She opened her eyes, looked at my cock and bowed forward a little for a closer look, and as she did that, my fingers found the hardness of her nipple. Now her moan of pleasure couldn't be ignored, she was in 'heat,' and there was no doubting what she needed, she needed this 'thing,' in her hand between her legs, in her pussy, more than she'd ever needed one before.

As she got closer to my cock, ostensibly examining it, I transferred my hand from her breast to the back of her head, and pushed her head lower still until my knob was pushing against her lips. She held out, lips tightly closed for all of three or four seconds, until she attempted to speak.

'What are... you doi..nnnggg?' she tried to say, but as my knob pressed against her open lips, she finally got the idea and opened her mouth trying her best to accommodate my cock between her lips. Her head began to bob up and down, sucking me and I could feel her tongue caressing my invading cock. She was mine I thought triumphantly.

I looked over to Leanne again who looked flushed with excitement. She had relaxed back into the armchair, and her right hand was inside her uniform trousers, all too obviously rubbing her pussy. She looked delightful, and smiled unashamedly at me when she noticed I was watching her. I smiled back at her, and mimed taking off a jacket, and pointed to Isobel. She got the idea straight away, stopped her self-pleasuring and came over to us, and sat on the couch behind Isobel.

She slipped Isobel's jacket off her shoulders, and Isobel in her own little world of pleasure made no resistance. Leanne laid the jacket on another chair, and sat down on the couch behind Isobel again, reaching for the zip at the side of her skirt, loosening it, and pulling the blouse Isobel wore out of the waist band. Next she put her arms around Isobel's body, hugging her, and began to unbutton the blouse until she had it opened all the way. I could see that Isobel wore a white, lacy bra, nice lingerie I thought in passing, although my interest lay in what was in the bra rather than the bra itself. It looked to be a well filled bra, maybe 34C. I soon found out.

Leanne unhooked the bra and slid the shoulder straps down, and gravity did the rest. The scrap of flimsy material fell away and now the beautiful Isobel was naked from the waist up. Her tits looked wonderfully full, the aforementioned gravity adding to their beauty and shape. The areolae were dark and her nipples jutted proudly from their centre, and then Leanne cupped those marvellous tits in her hands, squeezing and fondling them, making Isobel whimper and moan with pleasure. Isobel stopped sucking me and looked round at Leanne.

'Wh.. what are you doing?' she protested weakly.

'Making love to you,' Leanne said laughing 'shut up and enjoy it you silly bitch.' As she said it she slipped her hand under Isobel's skirt which had hiked up anyway, and pushing her fingers between Isobel's legs began rubbing her pussy through her panties. Isobel moaned loudly, all too obviously enjoying the sensation, and as she moaned I directed her mouth back to my cock, giving her something else to contend with as Leanne further added to the overwhelming feelings that were wracking her body.

As I watched Isobel's head bobbing up and down on the end of my cock, and I also watched as Leanne pulled Isobel's skirt higher until it settled around her waist, and then Leanne pushed the tiny white panties down over her friend's hips, and then off altogether. Isobel was now to all intents and purposes entirely naked.

Leanne, had told me earlier that they were friends only, and I quote, 'neither of us is bi or lesbian.' It amused me that they were now taking part in what was turning out to be a bit more than just friends. Leanne had started to undress as well, and was now down to bra and panties, and once her bra came off she snuggled back behind Isobel, spooning her, feeling her tits, and then her right hand inevitably slipped back between Isobel's legs. Isobel was too far gone now to resist and opened her legs even wider to enjoy the invading fingers in her pussy.

'Oh dear god Leanne, what are you doing to me...oh fuck... stop it Leanne... you're making me...making... come...mmmmm,' and then Isobel was in full orgasmic mode, her pussy thrusting back and forth against Leanne's hand. She forgot about my cock as the orgasm swept over her in waves, again and again, and she turned towards the source of her sweet torment and they kissed as Leanne's fingers probed and stretched her pussy until at last her first lesbian orgasm drew slowly to a shuddering halt.

She got very little time to recover as Leanne, now full of her new found powers over her friend slipped off the couch, and positioning herself between Isobel's legs began to pleasure her with tongue and fingers once again. Isobel was now lying on her back, legs spread wide giving Leanne free access, moaning loudly, obviously enjoying these new sensations at her core. As I watched this free and unexpected live sex show, Leanne's eyes deliberately looked up into mine, and she stopped what she was doing for just long enough to speak a few words.

'Get ready, she's so wet you'll slip into her quite easily,' and she reached out her hand taking my cock in hand. 'It's your cock she really wanted all this time so come on, give it to her,' and so I slipped off the couch too. I felt between Leanne's legs as I knelt beside her and she was dripping wet too.

Why waste a lovely wet pussy like this

I thought, and so I quickly repositioned myself behind Leanne, and before she quite realised what was happening, I pushed my knob between her pussy lips and slipped deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.

'Oh fuck,' she protested, 'not me... not me... its Isobel... you're supposed... to be fucking... oh fuck... oh fuck... yes.' She was so excited that within half a dozen strokes of my cock in her wet hole she began to come.

'Oh fuck... yes... oh fuck, fuck, fuck... that's it... fuck me...nnnggg,' and her beautiful body shook and spasmed, pushing hard, arching back against me, wringing every shred of pleasure from my cock and her pussy that she could.

I looked up at Isobel, who was watching us now. I took the fact that she was smiling as she watched as a sign of approval on some level. I withdrew from Leanne's saturated hole, my cock, still hard and glistening wetly in the light with Leanne's wetness. Leanne had recovered enough to have the sense to move out of the way, leaving Isobel laid out in front of me with her lovely legs still open, her pussy which I could now see was shaven, was glittering wetly. It looked a bit special with thick, fleshy labia, pouting wetly, giving a hint of the lovely pink inner folds.

As I shuffled forward on my knees in between her legs, my cock aimed right at her shaven pussy, she looked at it as if mesmerised.

'No... please,' she finally protested. 'It's too big... don't hurt me... please... too big.'