The Yoni And The Lingam 9
This series consist of a number of stories, but they are not “stand alone” chapters. I strongly advise you to read from Chapter One if you haven’t already done so, otherwise the series may not make a lot of sense. Just imagine opening a book at page 169 and trying to figure out what came before.
After meeting Maya’s women’s group for the first time at the local Hindu temple it had proven so successful that we’d ran out of time and I had been invited back the following week too. That second night I went back to meet with them was another great night, and just as successful as the first. More so in some ways because it introduced me to even more of her lovely friends, and they reacted very like the ladies had done on the first night. They had come forward in significant numbers to verify for themselves that I was indeed the, ‘Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam.’ The verification process was very pleasurable for me, and also for those unsuspecting seekers after truth.
There was however an unexpected bonus, because there were two women present that evening visiting from another temple, and they had spoken to Maya afterwards about me coming to give a talk to their women’s group. It meant that I would have to travel to another city, and stay overnight, but they would pay me a fee for my time, plus accommodation and travel expenses.
I found the idea very exciting and I wanted to go, so my ever helpful and faithful Maya took charge once more and arranged everything. She co-ordinated my free time with the dates the other temple group offered, negotiated a good fee and made the arrangements for travel and accommodation.
At one of our little get togethers Maya and I were talking, yes hard to believe perhaps, but we did talk sometimes! It wasn’t all, ‘Wham, bang, thank you ma’am,’ we had become good friends as well as lovers, and sometimes we even met in public where no hanky-panky was possible. Is that purely a UK expression? Hanky-panky? It just means ‘fooling around,’ sexually.
Anyway, we were sitting at a secluded table in a small café not far from where I lived talking ‘business,’ and specifically with reference to my ‘booking,’ at the other Hindu temple. They were paying me a very good fee, and Maya was anxious that we should get ourselves more, ‘together,’ the talk better organised. She thought that I wouldn’t get away with just talking informally as I had been doing now that we were charging a fee. I’d have to structure my talks a bit more, rather than just throwing a few facts, assertions and hints out there.
The basic ‘story,’ was wonderful and amazing she thought, but we should maybe work on the presentation a bit more and the order in which I released the information so it flowed more smoothly. We didn’t need to add anything that wasn’t true, she suggested, the story itself was amazing enough already. It must retain all the elements of the truth without embellishment, but just ‘present,’ it better. I agreed with her entirely, and so we made some notes.
She also told me that if news of this spread, as she thought it eventually would because women talk despite being sworn to secrecy. I may well be asked to talk to many more women’s groups, and at the last count there were over one hundred and eighty Hindu temples in the UK. Not that we required a temple to give the talks she added. With the right, insider network we could do this over and over. Then of course, she added, there’s the whole world out there just waiting and hoping for something like this. Europe, India, The USA, Canada, Australia, and her list went on and on. It was all a bit overwhelming for me.
Well, I don’t know,’ I said, unsure of it all. ‘Let’s just get this first booking under our belts and see how it goes from there.
‘Okay, I think that’s best too. So, you’ll get all this sorted out in your head and get it down on paper?’ she queried, and I confirmed that I would.
Guys, you know what women are like. They always have to check to see that we’ve actually been listening. Don’t be too hard on them, it’s our own fault for not listening most of the time. We’ve trained them to be like this, it’s our own fault.
‘Another thing,’ she explained. ‘You have to get this done because try as I might, I may not always be there. What if one of your bookings clashes with my work, or if I was ill, or for whatever reason? You’d be doing this on your own, so you’ll have to prepare an introductory speech, to introduce yourself before you get into the story proper.’ I nodded in agreement.
‘How about if you write a short passage of what you would say, and I’ll adapt it,’ I suggested. ‘You know our audience far better than I do; you know what they may like to hear. Please Maya, I’d be awfully grateful,’ I wheedled, smiling at her. She smiled wickedly right back at me.
‘Mmm… how grateful?’ she murmured flirtatiously across the table top. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I reached over the table and held her hand like lovers do.
‘Very, very, grateful indeed my sweet and wonderful Maya,’ I replied, lifting her hand up to my face and kissing the back of her hand. I let my tongue slip between two of her fingers and waggled it back and forth as I would do on her clitoris. She got the message right off and blushed a little.
‘Oh dear god, please don’t, I have to get back to work this afternoon and now you’re making me think of… well you know…’ she tailed off. I told her I had no idea what she was talking about. I wanted her to spell it out, admit her desires. ‘Damn you,’ she laughed, ‘you knew that would make me think of you… you know… kissing my pussy, and I’d be wanting the real thing.’ I raised my eyebrows as if I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.
‘Wait a minute,’ I teased as if I’d suddenly understood. ‘Are you saying you want me to kiss and suck your lovely wet pussy?’ She shut her eyes and shivered.
‘Yes,’ her voice almost a whisper. I knew all I had to do was suggest it and she’d be ready.
‘We can be in my flat in about two minutes if you like. It’s just round the corner,’ I offered. She nodded, but said nothing, just stood up and quickly gathered her things together; handbag, scarf, coat, and we hurriedly left the café.
Back at my place we left a trail of discarded clothing leading to the bedroom where Maya climbed naked on the bed and presented her delicious hot pussy to me, doggy style. It had become her favourite position and truthfully it had always been a favourite of mine too. She was more than ready, her wetness seeping out from between her gorgeous pussy lips, which had opened up almost like a hungry sea anemone looking for something to swallow.
Well, I could fix that I thought, and fed my swollen dick against her eager pussy, gently nudging the lips aside. I slid in just a little bit, but retreated and pushed again, her wetness beginning to coat my knob. I few more pushes and retreats ought to do it; make me wet and slippery enough to sink into her pussy without her feeling any pain or discomfort. Finally I sank deeper and deeper, and her whole body began to shake.
‘Oh yes, that’s it my love,’ she moaned loudly as I began to stroke smoothly in and out, ‘that is it. Oh dear god, I love it, love it so much.’ She pushed back again trying to get even more, and I had plenty more to give, so I rammed home harder a few times, and she squealed, high pitched announcing her pleasure.
I caressed her bottom and her flanks as I ploughed in and out of her furrow, loving the softness of her skin, occasionally reaching under and playing with her boobs and nipples. My right hand slid down from her breasts, over her stomach, between her lags, strumming her clitoris, and that set her off. She began to orgasm, gasping for breath, moaning loudly, pushing back hard, totally out of control as the waves of pleasure swept over her. I knew our time was short so, rather than fight it or try to hold back and control myself, I let her excitement carry me through.
It was fast and furious for a change, but I knew there would be other times, lots of other times, and so I pumped that beautiful pussy full of my come too. When I was finally milked dry I began to withdraw, she let herself fall forward off my cock, face down on the bed, trying to get her breath back. As I cleaned myself with a tissue from the box I kept beside the bed, she turned over on her back, and as my come began to leak from her pussy, she laughed and screamed and I quickly handed her the box of tissues.
We quickly got dressed again because she had to return to work, but it was a pleasant and unexpected little lunchtime interlude.
True to my word, (did you ever doubt it?) I prepared some material to present my story in a more concise and linear way. I told the story of how I bought the screen, how I found it and used it as a bed headboard. Followed on by the dreams of my ‘goddess,’ which led me to donate the screen back to my local Hindu temple.
I also introduced them to the idea that my goddess had revealed certain things about my eternal connection with her, and hinted that she had left me a legacy that was slowly changing my life. I meant my physique and body chemistry really, but that may only come to light during the ‘question and answer,’ part of the talk, which would be the final part of my presentation. If any present needed proof after that, then I would be willing to prove my bona fides privately.
When I showed it to Maya, she suggested a few little amendments, and since she knew the Indian community much better than I ever could, I took these on board adding it to my presentation or in some places replacing what I had said. She was a very clever woman, and I was thinking she would make the ideal manager if there was more interest in my ‘lectures,’ in future. After all, she had virtually assumed that role already, and had a flair for organisation and an eye for detail. She would be an ideal manager if I needed one.
Two days before we were due to visit the other Hindu temple, Maya called me to say she couldn’t come with me. Her father had suffered a suspected heart attack, and in this as in all things, family must come first. She couldn’t leave her mother to cope with it on her own. Her mother was a first generation immigrant, she explained and her English just wasn’t good enough to deal with doctors and hospitals. She was inclined to panic when faced with something like this. Maya had e-mailed me all the arrangements for my trip, and said she had arranged for someone to meet me and take me to the temple. She was sorry she couldn’t be there, but of course I told her that I’d manage fine, and just to take care of her mother, and I’d see her when I got back.
Come the big day, I set off to the local station, caught the train and sat back to enjoy the scenery whizzing past the windows. I wondered in passing why railway yards were always so chaotic and filled with scrap metal and junk, but soon we were past the urban blight and out into the countryside seeing the wonderfully green UK countryside.
I soon got tired of looking at trees and cows flashing past my window at eighty miles per hour or more, and so I opened my laptop and went over my talk reading it again and again to get it all right in my head. I remembered the old meme, ‘Failing to prepare is preparing to fail,’ so I knew it wasn’t wasted time. I like to be well prepared, and if what Maya said was true, this could be the start of a whole new career for me, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up.
I had been in a little world of my own since boarding the train, looking out the window, dreaming, and speculating as to what tonight may bring. After that as I’ve already said I buried my nose in my laptop going over the talk and agenda for the evening. I wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on around me, but once I was finished my preparation I closed the laptop and reached down to my feet where I’d stowed my holdall and retrieved a bottle of water. As I drank a few sips from it I looked at some of the other passengers.
I had been aware that a woman was sitting beside me, but in that impersonal way that we’re inclined to act when thrown into close contact with strangers, I had avoided looking directly at her until now. Well, that was a mistake, she was well worth a second, and indeed third look. Funnily enough, I’m not usually attracted to blondes with bit tits, but it was her face that did it for me this time. I prefer brunettes, or even redheads, with small to medium boobs, but this woman had a lovely face, which I found attractive.
Very regular features, sparkling blue eyes, a nice nose, a beautifully shaped mouth, and strong determined chin. It all fitted together to produce an effect that was a pleasure to look at. She looked up from her book and caught me looking at her. She smiled, showing teeth that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a toothpaste commercial. It was a lovely smile, and then she spoke.
‘I was wondering when you’d get fed up looking at your laptop,’ she said in a voice that was liquid honey. She just sounded clever and interesting, even when saying something so ordinary and mundane as she smiled again. My heart beat a little faster, and unusually for me, I knew I wanted to fuck her right from the get-go. I said nothing for a moment, and looking down I could see the distinct reddish hue of her aura pulsating around her lap. She wanted to fuck me too I could clearly see. Those brand new and powerful ‘fuck me,’ pheromones that I was now exuding thanks to my ‘goddess,’ were working their sexual magic again I thought. So, clearing the decks for action as the old nautical expression goes, I put my laptop away in my holdall, and turned to her and smiled in return.
‘I apologise,’ I said in my friendliest tone and looked at her admiringly. ‘If I’d known the scenery was so much better looking in your direction I’d never have looked out the window in the first place.’ She laughed, but was clearly flattered by my obvious interest in her.
‘Mmm… You’re a right charmer, aren’t you,’ she replied, still smiling, adding, ‘are you usually so flattering to strange women on the train?’ She was flirting with me, no doubt about that now, and the opening moves had been made. I turned a little in my seat, giving her my full attention, and she did the same to me.
‘Funnily enough, the answer to that is no, but then, I don’t think you are the slightest bit strange, just lovely. You don’t look strange…’ I hesitated, she smiled again and then I continued, ‘perhaps you just feel a little strange.’ She squirmed in her seat, and looked into my eyes; she wasn’t smiling now. She blushed a little, and nodded almost imperceptibly. I don’t think she even realised she had done it.
I boldly reached up and softly caressed her cheek in a very affectionate gesture, and she looked at me for a moment then closed her eyes. Her mouth opened a little and she sighed a long drawn out shuddering sigh. My hand caressing her cheek slipped behind her head entangled in the long blonde hair and pulled her slowly and gently to me. Her eyes flashed open momentarily looking at me, then closed again. She wanted this so, I lightly kissed her gorgeous lips, just brushing the surface and she opened her mouth inviting me in. I kissed her, my tongue searching her mouth, and hers mine.
After a moment or two where I could hear her breathing steadily rising out of control, the back of my right hand which was between us and concealed from the eyes of other passengers, lightly caressed her breast. She gasped but didn’t pull away, and within a second or two I had found the hardness of her nipple through the layers of fabric. Caught between my thumb and forefinger it seemed to grow harder still as I played with it in a milking motion. She was moaning almost silently deep in her throat.
She was more than ready, but we were on a train with a lot of other people in a crowded compartment. I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to fuck me, there was only one option, the toilets. Some would say we were adventurous; others would say it was sordid, but right then neither of us seemed to care. In that moment, our lust and craziness overcame any sense of ‘propriety,’ we might otherwise have known. If you’ve never fucked a total stranger it’s impossible to explain the excitement that such an encounter brings. Let me tell you, it simply will not be denied, and we were no different at that moment.
‘I think you need to go to the toilet,’ I whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes, then looked down shyly, obviously thinking and after a moment she looked into mine again. She had made up her mind and nodded. ‘Go then,’ I suggested, ‘I’ll follow you in a second or two so as not to make it look too obvious,’ and she turned from me, breathing deeply in an effort to ‘compose,’ herself before getting up and walking down the aisle towards the toilet area. I watched her go for a few seconds, admiring her tight bottom, and her great legs. She looked about five foot eight or nine I quickly estimated, quite tall but I like them tall.
Getting out of my seat, I followed her, watched her open the toilet door and look back at me, going inside but leaving the door ajar. I slipped inside, and locked the door behind me and turned to her. She had already pulled her skirt waist high and was divesting herself of her tights and panties.
‘I don’t know what’s come over me,’ she protested. ‘I’ve never done anything like this before. Am I going crazy; I can’t believe I’m doing this with a stranger on a train.’ I pushed her back against the small wash hand basin, where she opened her legs wide displaying a lovely wet, shaven little pussy. I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her dribbling wetness, adding my saliva to the abundant wetness already there, caressing the back of her thighs and tight arse, pulling her harder against my mouth.
I took a second or two to look at her pussy, somehow I always like to see what I’m getting myself into, and what I saw only made me all the more eager to get into this pussy. I prefer a pussy to have big and pronounced labia, and although she didn’t have that, it was very neat and tidy, her pussy was gorgeous in a small, understated way. Truthfully, I’ve never seen a pussy I didn’t love and hers was no exception. She thrust her hips forward, pushing that pussy harder against my face and moaning steadily, although I could tell she was trying to hold the noise down.
I’d opened my belt and slid my trousers down over my hips releasing my cock while tongue fucking her, and now I rose to my feet kissing her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue and lips. I was distracting her with kisses while I took my knob in my hand and rubbed it against her labia, preparing myself with her wetness to facilitate entry until I was covered in her juices. Then and only then did I start to push past my own fingers which had been kinda disguising the size of the cock splitting her lips apart.
I pushed just a little, stretching her a little and she became more frantic, and with one more gentle push I was into her hot wetness.
‘Oh fuck,’ she mewled. ‘You’re so fucking big. So fucking big… I don’t think I can take it,’ she whimpered, but she could and she did. I thrust into her gently, then retreated and thrust again, aware that my size could maybe hurt her if I wasn’t careful and patient. She stretched out to accommodate my size nicely as I knew she could. The gentle thrusts and withdrawals soon had her gasping with pleasure not pain, and so I upped the pace a little, deepening the thrusts until she had more of me inside than what was left out.
Now that her pleasure was increasing, she started fucking me back, and a few thrusts later she moaned through clenched teeth, trying to be quiet.
‘Oh fuck, oh god, I’m coming… I’m coming,’ and she tried to impale herself even more fully on my cock. I ignored her orgasm and just kept on going through it all and past it.
‘No, no, please… I’m too sensitive now,’ she squealed as her orgasm died. I kissed her to shut her up, and within a few more strokes she was fucking me back again as I knew she would. Grinding her beautiful pussy on my length, wanting more. I pulled up her blouse and then her bra, releasing her big tits into my hands. They were big, maybe a thirty four D cup, or small double D, but nicely shaped, her areolae dark and prominent showing against her milky white skin. The nipples were small, but hard, and my squeezing and caressing, tweaking her nipples only added to her excitement, and mine too it has to be said. She had great boobs.
After a few minute of stroking into her wetness, at first softly, then harder still I could tell that she was rapidly approaching another orgasm. Her little supressed moans and groans were almost continuous, and then she gasped out almost hysterically that she was coming again.
‘Me too,’ I told her, and then I was coming, gushing my hot come into her tight little hole. Filling her up with my heat, and it brought on a truly enormous orgasm on her part, which seemed to go on and on.
‘Oh god,’ she moaned, ‘Oh dear god, it’s not… stopping… it’s… not stopping… oh help me help me,’ she pleaded, and so I rammed into her, reaming into her orgasm until at long last, I was drained, and she came down gradually, clinging to me helplessly.
As she leaned against the wash hand basin, I reached round behind me and ripped off a wad of toilet tissue. We’d need it, and as I slowly pulled out, she moaned once more with pleasure, and then looked down for the first time and saw my cock. Just at that moment my come started to flow from her and I caught it in the wad of toilet tissue I pushed between her legs. She took it from me and held it to herself, soaking up the combined fluids as they leaked out and ran down her thighs.
‘Bloody hell,’ she gasped out, looking at me, obviously fascinated. ‘Did I just take that fucking monster inside me,’ and she reached for it with her other hand, feeling along my length. Her hand felt delightful, and with hands as elegant as hers it looked great too. She bent over and tried to take me in her mouth, and I let her play with me for a moment or two, but then that old common sense kicked in and I pulled her upright, kissed her and told her to get dressed.
I wiped off the remaining residue from my cock with toilet tissue, and pulled my pants up. She put her panties back on too, but put the tights in her handbag. I opened the door slowly looking out to check there was nobody near, and luckily there wasn’t. I made my way back to my seat first, leaving her to touch up her makeup and brush that long blonde hair so she looked more presentable and not freshly fucked.
I sat down and checked that all my stuff was still there and looked up to see her walking down the aisle towards me with a smile on her face. I laughed inwardly, she definitely looked like a woman who had just been freshly fucked with that indescribable sexual glow of a freshly fucked woman. She sat down, and turned to me once more, reaching across and kissing me lightly and affectionately.
‘Thank you,’ she said quietly, ‘that was amazing,’ then added, ‘you must think I’m a complete slut letting a complete stranger make love to me in a train toilet like that.’ I assured her that I thought no such thing. ‘Please believe me,’ she protested, ‘when I say I’ve never, I repeat, never done anything like that in my life before. Never even dreamed or fantasised about it. It’s completely out of character for me.’ She looked slightly ashamed of herself.
‘Was it good?’ I asked her, and she smiled and agreed that it was unbelievably good. ‘Did it feel good?’ I persisted, and again she agreed it felt good. ‘Would you do it again?’ I asked and without hesitation she agreed.
‘Yes, in a heartbeat,’ she replied. ‘I’ve never felt so excited in my life, and that was even before you pushed that monster into me. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I feel so… so satisfied, so feminine and sexy. I can’t understand it, because I usually only orgasm once and that’s it, but you made me come twice, and boy of boy did I come, and the crazy thing is, I want more. Usually once it’s done, I’m done, but not today, I want even more. Oh shit, I definitely sound like a slut now,’ she groaned and covered her face with her hands in an embarrassed gesture.
Over the course of the next half hour we chatted, finding out more about each other. Her name was Louisa, she was thirty five years old, or so she said, but may have been older, not that she looked older. So, there was about a seven year age difference between us, but that didn’t matter to me. She wasn’t married as I had suspected she might be, but had a partner, hence the lack of a wedding ring, and once a month she travelled to the city where I lived on business, stayed overnight, and then returned home. I immediately jumped on that fact and gave her my telephone number and told her to call me next time she came through and she readily agreed.
‘Look,’ she began, ‘I know it’s very forward of me, but I seem to have thrown all my morals and conventions out of the window this morning already, so “in for a penny, in for a pound,” as the old saying goes, and I might as well come right out with it. I was hoping we could meet again, while you’re in my town,’ and she looked at me hopefully. So, I told her which hotel I was booked into and we arranged to meet as early as possible after lunchtime today, and settled on 1pm. That should give us a few hours before I was collected by a member of the women’s group I had come to talk to.
We said good bye at the station with a light hug and a quick kiss of the lips, and I caught a taxi to my hotel which turned out to be a really nice one in the city centre. After I got booked in and settled, I check my mobile (cell-phone) to find there was already a text from Louisa saying how much she was looking forward to this afternoon. Me too I thought, and sent a text back to that effect, and then went for a shower to freshen up. Afterwards I hung the towels on the radiator to dry. I had a funny feeling I was going to need them again before my evening appointment and maybe afterwards too.
I found a nice pub just round the corner from the hotel and had something to eat there before going back to the hotel, and brushing my teeth, etc, in preparation for round two with Louisa. I made my way downstairs and waited for her in reception, and as I sat there, she came in and fished her mobile phone out of her handbag. Moments later my own phone chimed, the text read, ‘I’m here,’ and I messaged back, ‘I know, I’m behind you,’ as she read it her face lit up with a big smile and she swivelled round to me. I got up and we hugged, then headed for the lift. (elevator) We kissed urgently in the few seconds between floors, and getting out, we were in my room in seconds where she came into my arms once more.
‘Oh god,’ she gasped, as I kissed and caressed her, feeling her boobs through the dress she wore. ‘I feel such a desperate old slut doing something like this, I still can’t believe what’s happening to me.’ I hushed her protestations by the simple expedient of kissing her mouth, and unzipping her dress and pulling it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor while we kissed, and in a second or two we left it lying there as we moved towards the bed.
She was wearing beautiful and obviously very expensive lingerie, light blue bra and panties, which went well with her long blonde hair, a suspender/garter belt and stockings too. She’d really made an effort which wasn’t wasted on me, I loved it and told her so. She smiled at my comments.
‘You made me feel so special, I just wanted to do something special for you too,’ she gasped out as I played with her nipples through the almost transparent fabric. I unhooked the bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and those gorgeous big tits were mine to play with for as long as I wanted, but it wasn’t all one way.
She had been unbuttoning my shirt as we kissed, and then her hands were on my belt, unbuckling me, pushing my trousers and underpants down together, until they were over my hips and fell to the floor where I stepped out of them. Her hands immediately went to my hard cock and she looked down and everything stopped.
‘Oh my god…oh my god,’ she almost whispered, and took a step back to get a better look. She took me in both hands and rubbed me back and forth a little, almost as if she was testing it. Seeing her elegant hands stroking me only made me harder. I took a short step towards her and she took a step back where the back of her stocking clad legs met the edge of the bed and she kinda fell backwards ending up sitting on the bed.
She looked up at me and then looked up at my cock, then up to my eyes again. She wasn’t smiling now; this was a serious cock and I think she must have been wondering what to do with it despite the fact that it had already plundered her eager pussy earlier.
She reached for it again and stroked it before trying valiantly to take me in her mouth, but she settled for kissing along the length as she gently stroked it and finally managed to get my knob and a couple of inches in her mouth, looking up at me with those lovely blue eyes. I leaned down and pushed her off and back and she ended up lying on the bed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at me. I was standing between her knees, and looking down at the impressively skimpy panties I could see they hadn’t managed to contain her wetness which was glittering on the inside of her thighs.
I reached down and gently pulled them over the gentle swell of her hips and she lifted her bottom to help in their removal. I lifted them to my face, smelling her essence on them, and her eyes opened wider. She scooted backwards on the bed a little bit, opening her legs to their maximum extent offering herself unashamedly, wanting me, welcoming me back between her legs.
I judged that rather than mess about with my usual protracted foreplay I would just go for the main prize now. She was more than ready if the amount of juices on her thighs was anything to go by, and her wet pussy was a delight to see. The lips were slightly open showing the pale pink internally, her juices smeared all around her groin with still more dribbling and drooling from her as I watched. I knelt between her legs, then lowered myself to her body, her hands sought me out again guiding my dick to her pussy. I let her rub herself against my cock head, not trying to push in just yet, although her hips had already taken up that instinctive fucking motion while her hands used my cock like a dildo to stimulate herself.
Looking down between us I could see my swollen knob was coated and shiny with her juices, so now I pushed. Her pussy lips offered little resistance, her wetness making it easy for my hardness to push them aside, and she groaned loudly as I inexorably slid between them, then withdrew, and pushed deeper. She was moaning continually with each stroke filling her, deeper and deeper until there was nowhere else for me to go. I was in her as far as humanly possible and she shuddered, gasping and moaning, wriggling like a hooked fish on the end of my cock.
‘Oh god, I’m dying… dying… I can’t move… please… please…’ she pleaded. I just looked down on her for a moment, watching her shiver and shudder, the sensations of pleasure overwhelming her senses, controlling her completely. I thought she was going to come without me ever moving in her at all as she got more and more excited, more and more swept away by her own pleasure, and then I moved. A quick two or three thrusts was enough and she arched up off the bed pushing her pussy hard against me as if she wanted even more, and she was coming, and loudly letting me know about it.
‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… fuckity fuck… oh god… I’m coming… I’m sooo… fucking coming…ah… ah… aaaaaaah. Oooooh… god… it’s not stopping… not… stopping… toooooo…. fuck… ing…much.’ Her orgasm was truly spectacular to see and feel. I’ve never known such a long drawn out, protracted orgasm. When she was done, I pulled out and took her in my arms, where she clung to me helplessly. I realised she was crying, and tried my best to comfort her until eventually she calmed down.
‘I’m sorry… I’m sorry,’ she kept saying over and over again, and then. ‘Yes, of course I’m alright,’ she finally replied when I asked her. ‘It was just so incredibly powerful emotionally, and I was just so utterly helpless, so overcome and out of control. I’ve never felt anything like it before, it was amazing and I loved it. You didn’t hurt me, I’m fine.’ We just cuddled for a while until her hand quite naturally found my cock, and stroked it, and it was obvious that she wanted to continue, she wanted more.
I slipped further down the bed, spreading her legs and feasting orally on her pussy, priming her for yet another orgasm. Finally, I turned her over on her stomach and positioned her on the edge of the bed on all fours. The raw pink and redness of her pussy was in lovely contrast to the milky whiteness of her skin. Her bottom was perfectly heart shaped; the slim thighs spread apart brought her to just the right height for me standing behind her on the floor. Okay, I know you can do doggy kneeling behind a woman on the bed, but beds are a bit unstable and can be squidgy. I much prefer to be standing on the floor with my lover kneeling in front of me on the bed’s edge, which give me a stable platform with more control and power.
I stroked her with my fingers and she moaned deep in her throat. I stepped up closer and with very little preamble slid into her lovely slick orifice in one fine and easy stroke.
‘Oh yes… oh god help me,’ she moaned helplessly as I started to plunge in and out, moving my hips from side to side, from high to low, changing the angles of penetration, trying my best to leave not one single part of her fine pussy untouched by my cock. When it was over I wanted her to know she had been used, but in the most delightful and loving way with a fuck she’d never forget. I proceeded to stroke the smooth, smooth skin of her bottom and hips with my hands, caressing her back, doing my utmost to bring her every erotic sensation possible. I slipped my hands under her, gently tweaking those pink nipples and huge breasts, and then pinched the nipples really hard experimentally. She seemed to like it fine if the louder moaning that greeted my experiment was anything to go by.
I lifted one of her hands off the bed, and led it back between her own legs. She knew what I meant for her to do and began to rub her clitoris while I continued to plunge in and out of her sweet little pussy. She couldn’t last much longer, and she didn’t, her moans getting steadily louder until at last she was pushing back hard against me, bucking and wriggling while she announced loudly that she was coming again.
As she began to come down her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, gasping for air. I waited a moment or two to let her recover, but still holding her hips, pulling her back onto me. I wasn’t finished with her yet, and just as she began to breathe normally, I pulled back and slid back home again.
‘Oh no, I c… can’t,’ she protested. I ignored her protests knowing that within ten seconds she’d be pleading for more. I began to speed up. Within three or four strokes she had succumbed to the sensations in her pussy and was once more pushing back, taking all I could give, her glorious pussy was like a hot mouth sucking at my hardness for even more.
Not content with even more of the same as I was stroking in and out of her pussy, I wondered if her favourable reaction to me pinching her nipples really hard was just a ‘one-off,’ or did she perhaps have a little submissive streak, a liking for pain. I’m not a natural sadist, I love to give pleasure, but what if part of her pleasure is a little pain, then a little pain she shall have. I experimentally smacked her bottom. Once, twice, one for each lovely globular bottom cheek, and oh my god, she loved it.
‘Oh yes… smack me again… harder please…please,’ she pleaded. Never one to refuse a lover I smacked her again until her lovely arse turned a delightful shade of pink.
‘Louisa,’ I said, ‘you’re such a slut,’ wondering if a little verbal humiliation might add to her pleasure.
‘Yes… of fuck yes… such a slut… smack meee…’ and she began to come again, so I really rammed into her and smacked her bottom hard twice more as she came. Her orgasm was explosive, she moaned even louder, and finally a little scream, not loud but long and drawn out as her body shook and shuddered in the throes of her pleasure. Finally I let my orgasm take me too, and I pumped her lovely pussy full of my come again.
This time I let her go and she fell forward, face down on the bed, legs still wide open. Her pussy gaped open, much redder than pink now, looking quite swollen and puffy from the hard usage we’d subjected it to. I watched as my come intermingled with her own fragrant juices and slowly seeped back out of her. A job well done I thought with some satisfaction.
I spoke to her, but got no reply, so I bent down and looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, eyes closed, and her breathing deep and regular. ‘Aww, bless her,’ I thought, ‘she’s sleeping.’ I covered her over to keep her warm then headed for the shower to freshen up and remove all traces of our sexual activities. I would soon be meeting the women from the Hindu temple and I didn’t want to meet them smelling of unbridled sex.
After my shower I got dressed once more and then checked on Louisa. I’d have to waken her up it seemed. Given a normal love making session I’d have been happy to leave her there to sleep, but that was not the case today so I went over to the bed, sat on the edge and stripped off the covers again. She was still in the same position, face down, legs open, her pussy still looking as wonderful as it was half an hour before, still wet.
I slipped two fingers past her labia, knuckle deep as she slept, her wetness offering no resistance, and pressed down on her g-spot and began to rub it quite gently. She didn’t move or react, she was it seemed a deep sleeper, so I rubbed a little harder and faster.
‘Mmm…’ she moaned in her sleep, but her hips moved once, very gently and sensuously. I was getting through to her. Her eyelids flickered then closed again. ‘Mmm… go away…’ she mumbled, still half asleep. I ignored her, and just kept on massaging that g-spot and now her hips were moving constantly. When I let my thumb press against and circle her clitoris over and over as I rubbed her g-spot, she exhaled a log shuddering moan. Her eyes opened and stayed open, she even managed a smile.
‘You dirty bast…aaaard,’ she half giggled and moaned, and now her hips were thrusting up and down, forcing herself against my invading fingers. She tried to get up, but I placed my left hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down so she was helpless, and really finger fucked her fast and hard.
‘Oh fuck… oh yes… I’m going to come again… come… oh fuck… oh yessss,’ she hissed as her climax reached it’s peak, and she came once more. I removed my fingers, slippery from her vaginal secretions, and no longer being held down she stretched sensuously, a huge smile on her face, like some big cat who had just got the cream. I think I’m safe to claim that she looked a very happy girl.
‘Mmm… that was lovely. You can be my alarm clock any time you like,’ she smiled at me.
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‘Louisa,’ I said affectionately, ‘you have a lovely arse, but it’s time to get it out of that bed, and get it into the shower. I have to meet some people very soon.’ She sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, and then standing up on somewhat shaky legs, she came into my arms, pressing her big, gorgeous tits against my chest as she did so. She kissed me quite lovingly, them just held me for a moment or two.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘Thank you for today,’ smiling as she turned away and headed for the shower. I watched her go, admiring her slim figure, the silky smooth skin of her back, the amazing and shapely legs, slim thighs, and finally the wonderfully shaped arse which jiggled just the tiniest bit as she walked. The phrase, ‘poetry in motion,’ came to mind.
We shared our goodbye kisses a little later in the room just before we headed down to the reception area. We both walked out into the street where I hailed a cab for her and she reached up and kissed my cheek, then I opened the back door of the cab for her. She put one foot in the cab as she sat down, but left one outside on the ground. It meant I could see right up her shortish dress where her naked, unshaven pussy was clearly on display, no panties to obscure that vision of loveliness. She smile wickedly at me as she held that pose much longer than necessary.
‘We hope to see you very soon,’ she said, half laughing as she said it. I assured her she’d be in my thoughts, and now she laughed outright. ‘Goodbye sweetheart,’ I said quietly as I closed the door, and watched the cab as it eased away from the kerb.
I went back into the hotel and sent a text to the organisers of this evening’s event letting them know I was here, and arranging to meet. It was going to be a long night, but I was looking forward to it. The start of a new adventure, and who knows where it might lead?