The Yoni And The Lingam 10
This series consists 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 this story will not make a lot of sense. Just imagine opening a book at a random page and trying to figure out what came before.
My phone chimed as I was sitting in my hotel room letting me know I had an incoming text, which I opened immediately. I had just finished re-dressing about five minutes before in my Indian dress shirt, the Kurta, and the special jeans that Maya had altered for me. It was the text or call I had been expecting, because I was about to give a talk to the women’s group of the local Hindu Temple. It simple read, ‘We are in reception now, come down when you are ready please sir.’
These Hindu women were very polite, which is something I had learned in the last few weeks and they always seemed to refer to me as ‘Sir.’ Maybe it was a leftover from the time when the British had ruled India I mused, not that they owed the British any great respect, far from it, but just that they had perhaps retained a more old fashioned form of English from that era before Indian independence. It was just a thought that flitted through my head, but then I promptly forgot it as I locked the room door behind me, and hurried down to reception to meet what I will temporarily call the temple ladies.
The ladies were unmistakeable, both dressed in brightly coloured saris with their long dark hair pulled tightly back, and the red ‘Bindi’ marking on their forehead. They quite took my breath away, both about medium height, and very, very beautiful. I felt a brief stirring from below, but ignored it and reached forward to shake their hands. The one doing the talking was called Amara, medium height, five foot five tall or thereabouts, and slim, maybe thirty years old I estimated, and the other silent and younger one who could have passed for her twin was Uma. They were sisters.
The introductions made and pleasantries exchanged, we left reception and made our way to the car park where Amara got behind the wheel of a large black Mercedes. Uma took the back seat and I got into the passenger seat at Amara’s invitation. She waited until I had my seatbelt on, then drove out of the car park and into the city. She drove very fast, but very competently in complete control of the vehicle, and very soon we entered the car park of the temple. It was a lot bigger than the one in my home town, with a high wall round the car park forming what I would have described as a compound.
‘Security,’ Amara explained. ‘When the temple was built thirty of forty years ago we had a lot of vandalism, broken windows, graffiti, etc. Far right racist groups and such like, so a high wall was built to deter such behaviour. We have CCTV cameras too.’ She maneuvered into a parking space and we all got out and made our way by a side door into the temple complex.
She led me into what I took to be a side hall, not the main temple, but it was far bigger than the one at Maya’s home temple. There was already a good number of women there, and there was an excited buzz of chat and conversation in the hall which died away as we entered. I nodded towards them all, and after having a good look at me, they turned back to each other and the conversation level rose again.
‘How many are you expecting to attend tonight,’ I asked, and her answer surprised me. Surprised? It bloody scared me shitless!
‘Between seventy and eighty, maybe more. Word has got around that tonight’s meeting will be something extra special, and extraordinary. They all want to meet you. If we follow the same sort of thing I saw at your home temple I think they will all go home very happy.’
‘Wait, you’ve seen me already, so you’re one of the women responsible for me being here tonight?’ I asked, and she confirmed she was, smiling.
‘I didn’t meet you that night, I would have remembered your face,’ I declared. She smiled, obviously flattered and shook her head.
‘No, it was my friend, and she hasn’t stopped talking about it ever since. I’m quite jealous actually,’ she laughed, but looked embarrassed all the same, and looked away shyly. ‘We’ve set a room aside for you to give proof to the doubters in private if you’re happy with that?’ I assured her that I was quite happy to offer proof.
‘I hope that you will be one of these seekers after the truth Amara,’ I said, letting her know that I would be delighted for her to see me. I could see by the deep red aura pulsating round her hips that she was sexually receptive to me. ‘Perhaps you could show me the room Amara so I can see if it’s suitable?’ I suggested, and she led me behind the ‘stage’ which was little more than a raised platform and opened a door.
There was a small ante room which led into another room and she opened the door of that room and led me inside. There was a desk against one wall, no windows and two or three office chairs.
‘Yes, this will do nicely,’ I commented. ‘Will you do me a favour and make a list of those who want proof, and then control who enters.’ She nodded in assent. ‘Maya, my friend would normally do it, but she couldn’t come with me tonight, because her father is very ill. Will you be my assistant tonight Amara?’ She looked up at me with those wondrous dark eyes and agreed at once. I sat down on one of the chairs and pulled another round in front to me and indicated she should sit on it. She sat down and faced me.
‘What did your friend tell you about me?’ I asked. Again she looked embarrassed, and could hardly raise her glance off the floor, barely able to meet my eyes. ‘Please Amara, I’d like to know,’ I went on, then left a silence for her to fill and after a few moments she spoke, almost a whisper.
‘She said you were huge, truly the sacred lingam. She’d never seen anything like it and had never wanted any man so much in her whole life. Her yoni burned for you she said…’ her voice tailed off, whether embarrassed by what she had said or something else, I don’t know.
‘Thank you Amara,’ I said. ‘Are you not afraid that seeing the proof will make you feel the same way as your friend?’ I teased her. She shook her head.
‘I don’t know,’ she admitted, ‘perhaps I’ll have an answer to that when I see it.’ I decided to put her out of her misery, so I pulled my Kurta higher. I was wearing the special jeans that Myra had altered for me, the ones that left my hard cock permanently exposed for occasions like tonight. Her eyes opened wider in astonishment. I could see her visibly start to tremble.
‘Oh my god, I never dreamed… I… I… never… imagined…’ she gasped out breathlessly. I pointed to the floor in front of me between my knees. Her aura was pulsating faster and brighter and her sexual receptivity was stronger than ever.
‘Come closer, have a better look, make sure it’s real and not some trick.’ She got up and knelt before me. ‘Touch me,’ I suggested, and she reached out with both hands taking a good firm grip, having a good look at the base and feeling my balls with her left hand while the right stroked my length. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears of emotion.
‘My friend was right, it’s real, no trick.’ Then I asked her the question and she replied with complete honesty. ‘Yes… yes… it does. My yoni burns for you too.’ I pointed to my swollen knob, and she knew what to do. She kissed it, kissed along my length and tried to take my knob in her mouth. She managed a little bit, so I thanked her and stopped her there, reminding her that we had a crowd waiting out there in the hall for me. I lifted her to her feet, took her in my arms and kissed her and thanked her, and we went out to meet her friends.
The hall had filled up while we were in the back room, and it seemed to me there might even be more than the figure Amara had quoted earlier. I strolled nonchalantly, but mot arrogantly onto the stage, (I don’t do arrogance) and at first they were so busy talking amongst themselves that they didn’t even notice me, but bit by bit they fell silent and faced forward in their chairs, just looking at me. I looked back at them silently. They were a mixed batch, all ages from early twenties up to some older women in their sixties, and there were some truly beautiful women there, and a great deal of women who at any other time I would have called attractive. I stood up and looked round the room.
‘I’ve come to tell you a story,’ I began. ‘You’ll hear some things tonight that you may think are lies, I will leave it to you to decide whether I tell you the truth or not. At the end of the evening I will ask you to come forward to verify the truth for yourself if you wish to. It doesn’t matter to me whether you believe me or not, I’m simply here to tell you my story,’ and so I began.
I began with how I found the temple screen in a junk shop, how the shop keeper and I thought it may have come to be there in the first place, most probably brought back by some high ranking British official at the time of Indian independence in 1947. I had taken it home and cleaned it up, highly pleased with my purchase, and decided to use it as a decorative headboard for my bed.
The carvings on it were of a highly erotic nature, depicting quite a few sexual positions and that brought a small murmur from the crowd. I had used it as a headboard because I joked, I thought if I had a lady friend to visit and ran out of ideas I may find some inspiration in the carvings. That earned me a big laugh. The sacred Yoni and Lingam were, I added, repeated motifs in the carvings.
Soon after I had installed it as a decorative headboard, I was beset by dreams of a woman I could only describe as my ‘goddess,’ a woman of incomparable beauty who I instinctively knew to be my wife. I hadn’t realised that fact completely until I researched the chain she wore linking her nose piercing to her ear. It was ‘the Nath,’ and as you know, that is only worn by Hindu brides on their wedding night.’ That brought a murmur of surprise.
She had taken me to her bedchamber, I continued, and in my dream we had made love, and that’s what led me to believe I was indeed her husband. For, I reasoned, no true Hindu woman would take a strange man to her bed on her wedding night. Again there was a louder murmur of agreement. I paused for a moment until the talking died down.
Over the course of the next few nights, I told them, she had visited me in my dreams again and again, until on the final night she had confirmed that fact for me. She was my wife, and had also asked me to return the screen to my local Hindu temple, which I had done. There was a thunderous round of applause at that revelation. I smiled and bowed my head until it died away. Now for the big reveal.
The woman I called my goddess had told me I was indeed her husband, I revealed to them. I had always been her husband, and would be her husband for all time, and throughout every cycle of birth and death we would always be as one, our souls joined. Predictably this raised a fair bit of hubbub in the room, no longer murmuring, they were turning to each other and talking excitedly. I stood there quietly, not interrupting, head held high, trying to look dignified. Gradually, the noise died down, and they turned facing front again, all eyes on me.
‘Already some of you are sceptical,’ I proclaimed. ‘I can see it in your eyes.’ This statement was met with much shaking of heads, so I went on. ‘If what I’ve said has shocked you, then this next part of my story will go much further.’
She told me she must leave me, but in leaving she was also leaving me a gift. I had already noticed that something strange was taking place within my body, right from the first time she took me to her bed in my dream. I had begun to grow larger, so much so that I had sought medical help from the doctors. They thought I was crazy, or some exhibitionist fool, but now I know that this was the gift of my goddess.
On that last night with me, I paused, she told me she had made me the ‘Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam.’ At my announcement complete pandemonium broke out, everybody seemed to be talking at once, voiced raised. This time I sat down as I waited for the noise to die down. Finally Amara got up on the platform, and tried to restore order, and finally they quietened down.
‘My friends,’ she began. ‘I know this is hard for you to believe, but you know me, and you know I am nobody’s fool. I am not easily convinced, but I have seen the proof for myself and I truly believe that he speaks the truth.’
‘We will have a short break now for tea or coffee or fruit juice,’ she announced, ‘but in the second half you can ask our guest any questions you like, and those who would seek proof are welcome to come and examine him for yourselves. There are quite a few doctors among us, so I would hope that one or two of you would come forward and give us the benefit of your medical knowledge in this matter.’
I sat there for a moment, a bit shocked by the reaction, but of course I was claiming to be something that was part of their religious beliefs. and they perhaps felt threatened. ‘Show no fear,’ I thought, ‘get down amongst them and spread those pheromones. Get them on your side.’ So, that’s exactly what I did, I got off the platform and walked amongst them, smiling and greeting them as if they were old friends.
Many of them, took my hands as I passed and thanked me for coming, and I thanked them for having me and listening to my story. I could see the tell-tale red auras appearing as I walked amongst them, and then suddenly Amara was at my elbow with a cup of tea which I was grateful for. We stood and spoke for a few minutes but we were continually interrupted by well-wishers thanking me for coming tonight. It seemed that the angry noise I had heard earlier was from a minority, and hopefully I would win them over in the question and answer session to come. Finally, I made my way back to the platform, and Amara asked them to take their seats again. When they were settled Amara asked if anyone would like to ask a question. A few hands shot up, and Amara picked a woman near the front.
‘Your story is very interesting sir, but why would this woman you call your goddess, and is so obviously Indian from what you say, choose a white man to be Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam.’ This one was easy as I had already answered it at my ‘home,’ temple.
‘A very good question,’ I said, flattering her a little, ‘but a question that is easily explained. Surely you know that in the continuing cycle of birth and death we are born to many roles.’ She nodded, agreeing with me. ‘If I am a white man in this life, it does not mean that I have always been a white man, or that I have not been Indian in previous incarnations’ Heads were nodding in the audience, they understood alright.
‘Here on earth we change our clothes every day, but the body remains the same. Likewise with our souls, we may appear as many different people on our path to enlightenment, but our souls always remain the same.’ There was a loud round of applause again. Another hand shot up.
‘Please sir, I am asking if you would be so very kind. You said your body started changing, but your body looks perfectly normal, so what has changed sir?’ she asked. I laughed, then smiled at her so that she didn’t feel I was making fun of her and taking her question lightly.
‘Mmm… that is also a very good question, but it’s also quite embarrassing. I think the best way to answer that is to remind you that she made me Keeper Of The Sacred… I paused for dramatic effect… Lingam.’ She laughed and covered her face with her hands. ‘I’m sorry I asked now sir,’ she called out to me still laughing, as were all the other ladies in the hall.
‘Are you asking us to believe that in the last month or so your…eh… lingam, has doubled in size?’ another woman asked.
‘I’m not asking you to believe anything. It is what it is. I was a normal man, and I mean normal in very way, and then I began to grow. It frightened me to begin with, because I didn’t understand what was happening until my goddess told me. I am still growing but hopefully not much more and now I’ve learned to accept it. If you find it hard to believe, then please come and see me to verify what I’ve said. I have nothing to hide. I am willing to give proof the only way I can.’
Amara stood up then and intervened bringing proceedings to a halt, but said she was here to take names of those who wanted proof for themselves. Adding, if you want to see proof please come to the dressing room door, and I would see as many as possible before the temple closed for the night. I thanked them all for coming to see me and expressed the wish that I would see many of them again. The applauded once more, all smiling at me, and I then I bowed and waved them goodbye before I disappeared into the private room.
The first one was a huge surprise, and also a delight, it was Amara’s younger sister, Uma. She came in and sat down, looking at me with a smile on her beautiful face. I asked her if she really wanted to see my ‘proof,’ or was she just curious, and she nodded that she was indeed just curious, so I lifted my Kurta and showed her my cock.
‘Oh my god, Amara said it was big, but I never thought it would be so huge,’ she gasped in disbelief. ‘Not that I’ve seen anything to compare it with before. We Indian girls are very sheltered you know,’ she explained. I invited her to touch it to verify that it was real, and she stepped forward eagerly, no reluctance and got down on her knees, rubbing her hands up and down. ‘Mmm.. so soft, but yet so hard. Thank you for letting me see it, I’d better go. Amara will wonder what I’m up to, she’s a very protective big sister.’ She turned away, stopped at the door and looked back at me. ‘I think I’ll be seeing you again soon,’ and with a wink she was gone. I took that as a promise for the future.
The next one who came into the room was the sceptic who asked if I really thought they would believe something like this. I had concealed myself again, and she came into the room closing the door behind her. She was very attractive, not in the same league as Amara, or Uma, but the kind of attractiveness where if I’d met her before all this started I’d have been very happy to make love with her. She looked closer to forty than thirty, but still most fuckable.
‘Hi, so you’ve come for proof?’ I stated, looking at her aura, it was red, she was horny no doubt about it, but I could see she was still sceptical, still reserved. ‘Are you married I asked her?’ and she confirmed she was. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ I asked again. She confirmed that she was.
‘Don’t try to fool me please or dissuade me. I came for proof and I want to see your proof, otherwise I will not believe you. Trying to put me off only makes me more suspicious.’ So be it I thought and indicated the chair where she sat down.
‘You want to see the changes my body has gone through?’ I asked, kinda warning her, but she nodded adamantly. I slowly began to pull my Kurta higher, her eyes followed my move, until at last my cock rose to his full prominence in front of her startled eyes. She swallowed, gasped out.
‘Oh my god… it’s not real… it can’t be real… I don’t believe it.’ I indicated the spot between my knees.
‘You’ve doubted me, now come closer and check for yourself,’ and she slid off the chair, shuffling forward on her knees until she was crouching between my knees. ‘Touch it,’ she shook her head, protesting that she was a married woman. ‘I insist you touch it; how can you know it’s not false if you don’t touch it, feel its hardness, the warmth of my skin.’ She reached out a tentative hand and let her fingertips graze it. It twitched at her touch, she flinched, then looked at me, unblinking, then looked down at my cock.
She was too far gone, too horny to resist, and her elegant fingers wrapped around the girth of my cock, and worked me up and down. She was moaning now, and I leaned forward and took a handful of her hair and pulled her closer until my swollen shiny knob grazed her lips. She shook her head, but when I did it again her mouth opened, and she sucked me into her hot, soft mouth and licked me, her tongue circling my cock. I reluctantly withdrew from her mouth. She seemed disappointed, but I explained that there were others to see. I gave her my mobile number and told her I had to be out of my hotel by 11am. If she was there by 9am she could play with it some more.
‘I’m sorry for doubting you sir,’ she said as she left.
For the next hour I entertained a series of women wanting proof including a mother and daughter, which I found amusing. The daughter was about twenty two years old, a fine looking girl, and the mother was about forty.
Please sir,’ the older lady began, ‘my daughter she is not believing in you, but I believe you completely. I recognise how you make me feel just being in the same room. You are indeed what you say you are, I have no doubt.’ I smiled at her and thanked her, bringing another chair for her daughter.
‘You realise how I am about to prove what I said is true?’ I asked them both and they both agreed. So, once again I lifted the Kurta displaying my cock at full stretch. ‘Come closer, take a good look, touch it if you like, just to make sure.’ Well, mother was down on her knees in an instant, and wrapped her hands round it, giving it a good handling. The smile never left her face, and when she leaned forward and took me in her mouth, her daughter was completely amazed. She seemed content with a couple of sucks and pulling off turned to her daughter.
‘Come here you silly girl, you wanted proof, now come and see it, touch it. You may never see anything like this in your life again. It truly is a miracle.’ The lovely young daughter did as mama asked and took me in her hands as her mother relinquished her grip. I told her to come closer and check how there was no gap between my cock and my body, check that it was the real thing and not some sort of phoney dick.
Her mother grabbed her daughters hair and said, ‘now worship the sacred lingam with your mouth,’ and took my cock in her left hand and rubbed it against her daughter’s face. Her mouth opened and she swallowed an inch or two. Her mother pushed and pulled her head with her right hand making the daughter suck me, then relinquished her grip. ‘Thank you sir, thank you so much,’ she said, pulling her now somewhat reluctant daughter back off the end of my cock.
Finally, it was all over, and I went out to the door, there were five or six women still there, the rest of the audience had gone home, hopefully convinced that they had seen something real and extraordinary. Amara was apologising to these women that we had just run out of time, and they seemed terribly disappointed. I think the ones leaving the room had been verifying that I was genuine, making those who hadn’t seen all the keener. I looked at Amara.
‘Look, there’s only six of them, how about if I take them all at once, just let them see?’ and they all agreed. I ushered them into the ante room, there was more than enough space, and they gathered round me in a semi-circle, quite close. I lifted up my Kurta, and there were assorted gasps and moans. They were all showing the red aura, and sexually receptive. I invited them to have a good look to make sure it was real, touch it if they wanted too, and one by one they all had a good long touch and rub. Then they all thanked me, and trooped out giggling, but happy I thought.
Uma had left with a friend, leaving Amara to drive me home to the hotel. We chatted all the way about how successful the night had been, but the elephant in the room was sitting in the back seat. She drove into the car park to drop me off, but left the engine running, obviously leaving as soon as I got out of the car.
‘I’d love it if you came up with me Amara,’ but she stubbornly shook her head.
‘No, I’m married, I can’t do that. What we did was shameful of me, I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorry, so sorry,’ so, assuring her I understood and she had nothing to be sorry about, I got out of the car, and she drove off.
‘Fuck it,’ I said out loud to myself, ‘all that gorgeous, willing pussy, and I end up sleeping alone. How fucking ironic, oh well Ce la vie,’ I thought philosophically. I took the stairs up to my room, it was only on the second floor, and let myself into the room. I sat disconsolately on the end of the bed, with the TV remote in my hand channel surfing hoping to get something to watch. I almost missed the light knock on the door. ‘Who the fuck could this be,’ I thought and opened the door.
She stood there, a kind of defeated look on her face and then she tried to smile. I reached forward and took her in my arms, and then I kissed her.
‘Thank you so much for coming back Amara,’ I whispered in her ear, ‘thank you, thank you.’
I offered her a drink from the fridge/bar, but she declined, so we sat on the edge of the bed, where we kissed, all very gently to start with. I caressed her slim body through the wrappings of her sari. As our kissing became ever more passionate and urgent and her breathing was going out of control I gently squeezed her breasts, feeling for the nipples beneath the cloth. She moaned quietly, a little whimpering sound as I continued to squeeze and pull on her nipples.
I was desperate to undress her, but I didn’t have a clue where to start. I’d never made love to a woman wearing a sari before, but luckily Amara was a very intelligent woman, and she knew I’d have trouble with it. She very helpfully unwrapped herself, and gave me some more access to her lovely body.
I couldn’t believe how many yards of material was involved, she told me it took around 6 yards of material and could be wrapped in quite a few different ways. However that was much later, we were far too busy and engrossed in more pleasurable activities right then to discuss fabrics.
With the sari finally removed I could see she was wearing rather a substantial crop top leaving her midriff bare, and a long, elegant, ankle length skirt, with a draw string at the waist, rather than the conventional western fastening of a zip.
We resumed kissing, and unbuttoning the crop top I slipped it off her shoulders to reveal a white lacy bra. She had a nice substantial set of boobs, around 34C I guessed, and so I let my hand dip inside the cup of her left boob, feeling the wonderful soft and smooth skin, and finding the nipple, I squeezed gently. She moaned a lovely appreciative moan somewhere deep in her throat, then she reached round behind herself and unfastened the bra. It fell away to reveal her lovely, full breasts, with their dark brown areolae and pinkish brown nipples.
I dipped my head to suckle at her nipples, and she affectionately cradled my head in her arms, pulling me tighter against her breast. I carried on caressing the soft skin of her body, and noticed the draw string of her skirt was tied in a bow. I pulled the end one string, and of course the whole bow assembly just came apart leaving the waist of her skirt very loose.
I stroked the skin of her flat stomach and slid my hand under the waist band, then down further until I felt the lacy fabric of her panties. She knew where I was going, and wanted me to go there too, opening her legs for me, inviting me to go even further and down I went, down between her legs. She moaned and spread her legs wider as I stroked her through her panties. The gusset felt slippery, she was most obviously very wet.
I retreated a little bit, but only far enough to find the waistband of her panties and went back down again but this time inside her panties. Taking my time, stroking her pubic mound just above her pussy. She was clean shaven, no pussy hair, and then I was stroking her groin, teasing her a little, feeling her moisture and hot humidity. My figure tips grazed her labia, and she moaned and spread even further, and then her sublimely wet, slippery pussy was there, opening up for me as I pressed against her lips.
Her wet pussy lips peeled apart surrendering her inner wetness, and one finger, then two spread her lips further apart and slipped into her velvet smooth vagina. She shuddered and moaned as I gently worked my fingers in and out. There was no resistance to my fingers entry, she was far too wet for that.
Once again she undressed herself while I was busy sucking those hard but sensitive nipples, and stroking her pussy. I felt her lift her bottom a little, and she very quickly pushed down the loosened skirt and panties. Now she was naked, and began to undress me too.
Within a minute I was as naked as she was, and she was holding onto my cock, stroking it as I worked her into a fever of tingling nerve endings with my mouth and hands. Touching and stroking, fingering and spreading. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs for me, stroking and pinching her own nipples now.
‘Make love to me,’ she said quietly, her voice trembling. ‘I’ve been thinking of this all night… make love to me please. I’m ready now… don’t make me wait anymore.’ There was nothing I could think of at that moment I wanted more, and so I positioned myself above her where she reached for and held my cock, gently pulling me to her. She rubbed my swollen knob against her opening, and at the same time pushed up, engulfing me with her pussy momentarily, retreated and thrust up hard again, determined to take me into her eager sex.
With me pushing down and her pushing up, I slid slowly and gently out of sight. We both watched as her pussy opened and swallowed, taking me into her depths. She was shuddering and moaning all the while as I sank further and further within until she had all she could take. She looked up at me, eye to eye, and gave me the most wonderful, intimate smile, then closed her eyes as if to savour the sensations that were sweeping through her beautiful body. I withdrew and slid back in again.
‘Oh yes my love,’ she cried, ‘oh yes… fill my yoni. Take me… fill me again and again… oh god yes…’ With such wonderful encouragement ringing in my ears I set to work, determined to give this divinely beautiful and sexual woman the most pleasurable experience of her life.
How do I describe something that’s almost indescribable? The feel of her soft warm body pressed so close against mine, her breasts pushing against my chest, with me still able to feel those hard nipples as I moved against her. The excited feeling of power in my cock, and my hardness, sliding time and time again into her soft wet pussy, which engulfed my length and seemed to suck at me, yet released me only to suck me back home again. I swear she was wetter and more slippery with every stroke, her body reacting to this welcome intrusion by coating me in her freely given essence. It was more than any one thing, taken altogether these things were just a mechanical process of pushing my cock in and out of a wet hole, but she was infinitely more than that.
This was a spiritual communication too. Her responses added another whole lair of meaning. On the most basic level, the wetness of her pussy was an invitation and a welcome, but her whole body, from the thrusting of her hips pushing her divine yoni hard against my lingam, her uncontrolled breathing, Her hands caressing my body, her legs encircling my hips pulling me tighter against her, while her hands cupped my arse from time to time, again pulling me into her as deeply as possible, and her voice in my ear.
‘Oh my love… my love…take me… oh dear god… fill me… so much… so big… love me…love me… love… meee…don’t ever… stop… ugh… nnnnnng…ah… oooh god… yes… yes. She seemed to be pouring her soul out through her mouth, her needs, her desires, her pleasure made manifest in the movement of her body and the uninhibited expression of love and pleasure in her voice. Her orgasm came suddenly, flaring like a super nova, an all-encompassing wildfire that swept through her body, and like some contagion passed to me and I felt myself come uncontrollably, the spasms of pleasure surging the length of my cock and emptying into the well of her pussy.
‘Oh yes, oh yes, fill me with your seed, drown me… in your come, so… hot…’ I lay there on top of her for a few moments, feeling her chest heaving beneath me, as she got her breathing under control again, and then I rolled off onto her right side, pulling her body closer to me. She came eager for still more contact, as we clung to each other. It was a wonderfully tender moment.
With her eyes closed, I studied her face. Flawless skin, a light honey gold, with long natural eyelashes against the golden skin of her cheeks. Her eyes were beautifully made-up, eye shadow in tones of brown, warm, complimentary, the black mascara/kohl outlining and emphasising the shape of her eyes. Her nose was straight, very regular, her mouth a delight, full sensuous lips made for kissing and rather irreverently I thought, made for sucking my cock too. The lips were slight parted showing perfect white teeth, and the firm chin and jawline added and completed a face that was truly beautiful. How did I ever get to be so lucky I thought to myself?
I must have dozed off, but I was wakened by Amara climbing over and straddling my hips. Her beautiful face was smiling down on me and I could see the underside of her soft, rounded breasts. I reached up and cupped them in my hands catching the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned as I squeezed them gently, then a little harder. I got a strong sensation of déjà vu for a few seconds. It was just like the night I wakened up to find my goddess astride me, feeding my cock into her divine yoni.
Amara was no different, and did exactly the same, reaching down she grasped my cock, hard again and still slippery from our previous lovemaking, and rubbed her gaping, eager pussy against the tip. She lowered herself slowly, gingerly, and I watched as her lips became distended even more until they stretched around the girth of my knob, and then I was in!
She sank lower on my length, and I watched myself disappear into her pussy accompanied by her whimpering and moaning all the way down, until at last she could take no more. She sat there, unmoving, maybe just getting used to being impaled, and I just let her take her own time. She’d move when she couldn’t resist her own need anymore. I could see by her face, her eyes half closed, mouth open, and her reactions that she was struggling, and with her breathing ratchetting up ever higher and higher with every breath she took I figured she’d have to move soon.
I was wrong, all she did was reach down one very elegant hand and rub her clitoris. As I watched, her two middle fingers circled the protruding clitoris and then slid over it applying direct pressure, smearing it with her own juices as she masturbated. Her hips wriggled a little bit, imparting minimum vaginal friction, but it seemed to be enough. Her other hand pinched and squeezed her breasts and nipples, and her juices oozed out and slowly ran down onto my balls in a constant flow.
With her yoni filled to overflowing and her self-stimulation adding to her pleasure, it was soon very obvious that she was heading for another orgasm. I watched her grow more and more excited with every stroke of her clitoris. Her body began to shake, her moans became almost continuous, and then as her body began to convulse with the powerful waves of ultimate pleasure she suddenly rose and dropped down, ramming my cock violently into her pussy, and then again, using my cock to administer the coup de grace.
‘Oh my god,’ she moaned,’ ‘oh my god… oh yes…oh fuck… that’s it.’ Her head thrown back, eyes closed, she reverted to her Indian roots, and lapsed into Hindi. I don’t know what she was saying exactly, but her moans and words were telling me the same unmistakeable story in any language. Here was a woman enjoying sexual intimacy and pleasure to the ultimate degree. Gradually she slowed down, slower, and then she stopped. Her head came forward and her eyes opened, and she looked down at me. She started laughing, there was nothing funny, it was that laugh, that wonderful uninhibited laughing of a woman who has just experienced the ultimate pleasure.
She lowered herself down over my chest, and I encircled her with my arms, holding her tight. Her mouth sought mine and we were kissing, caressing. I turned her over, my cock still hard, deeply imbedded in her pussy, and she moaned again, so I gave her a few gentle thrusts. She lay there, eyes closed again, enjoying my attentions, her legs spread wider than ever, taking me deep into her pussy.
She lay there in complete surrender, passively, her body not moving in any way, letting me do all the work as I reamed the deepest recesses of her vagina. Her voice was telling me a different story though, telling me she was loving it, encouraging me to use her, and then she couldn’t stand it anymore and her hips began to move, synchronised to my own, pushing up against me hard. The tone of her voice, her moaning whimpering rose every higher, and then she was coming again.
‘Oh…oh… again?… oh yes, my love… oh yes, yes… fill… me… my yoni…oh yeeeeessss,’ and my beautiful lover’s orgasm was in full flow once more. She came down slowly, slowly, and I stopped moving inside her, and withdrew my dick. She tried to hold onto me to maintain the intimacy of that moment, but I had other things in mind, and pulled out. I was covered in her wonderfully slippery juices, and her pussy gaped openly, reddened and swollen. She was an amazing sight to see. So beautiful, but so wanton in her open legs display in that moment.
I turned her over and then lifted her to her knees, and without a word being spoken, she spread her thighs apart and offered me the ‘magic,’ yoni as I was beginning to think of it. Well, an offer like that is not to be ignored, and since that was what I intended anyway, we were of the same mind, and so I pushed my slippery knob against her slippery pussy, and slid home in one smooth glide as her body opened up before me.
I left it there, stewing in her juices, the sensation of being in her hot yoni something I wanted to savour. Not just that, but I wanted to take a moment to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body, from her heart shaped bottom, then lower still to the sight of her pussy, lips distended, filled to the brim with my cock, and then the long, graceful expanse of her back in front of me.
I stroked the incredibly smooth skin of her back and buttocks, glorying in the sheer sensuality of her skin. She shivered a little, obviously enjoying my touch. Her head was right down on the bed, resting on her forearms, bringing her pussy into just the right angle for fucking. As I looked down over her back I could see her long dark hair lying across her shoulders in such a way as to let me see the side of her face.
Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, she was breathing deeply, but quite relaxed, waiting patiently although her pussy was squirming a little. It seemed to me that her pussy was becoming more impatient as I stood there behind her, and that made me incredibly happy. It’s always lovely to be wanted and there is no greater aphrodisiac in this world than the simple fact of being wanted.
I pulled out almost all the way, and that was enough to make her moan loudly, and then I fed him back in again, filling her sopping wetness completely. With a good grip of her hips, exactly where ‘love handles,’ would be if she had them, although was she was too slender for that, I pulled her back onto me making sure I was as deeply in her as it was possible to be.
I have always made love on the basis of, ‘the woman comes first,’ and now with my lover having had at least three orgasms, (I had lost count) I reckoned it was time for a little ‘me,’ time, and I knew she’d come again too anyway, and once she did I would go for my own.
I started to slide in and out and she felt wonderful, so wet and open there was hardly any friction at all, just the amazing feeling of her pussy fitting my cock like some wet clinging sleeve. Her vagina seemed to mould itself around me, constantly changing to hold me as close and as snug as it was possible to be.
I caressed her back and sides, adding to her total sensual experience, reaching under to squeeze her nipples and breasts. Her cries and moans of pleasure let me know she was enjoying every second. Suddenly her lovely arse went into overdrive, pushing back frantically letting me know her orgasm was near, so I upped the speed of my thrusts to bring her on earlier and felt her responding. Her pussy started rippling, her vaginal muscles clenching along my cock, and her moans and little mewling noises of anticipation bursting from her as she stopped moving for a second or two, just pushing back as hard as she could.
‘Oh yes.. oh god… I’m coming again… coming again,’ she almost growled, deeply in her ecstasy, and her excitement adding to my own tipped me over the orgasmic edge too, and I came in a rush, surging, surging again and again, filling her deepest crevices with my come.
When we were both done, I slowly pulled out and her pussy almost immediately spewed out my come in the classic, ‘cream pie,’ so beloved of porn film makers, except this was real. The real deal, not actors here, just real affectionate, dare I say, even loving sex between two genuine lovers.
Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms, just cuddling and talking. That was when she told me that for her it had been an almost mystic experience. At one point, she explained, the pleasure was so intense and exquisite that she felt herself draining away, unable to reserve anything of herself. As if every particle of ‘self,’ dissolved and flowed together with me to become ‘one.’
I thanked her for coming back and for being such a wonderful, enthusiastic lover. We kissed affectionately, and just lay there for a while, saying nothing, there was no need, we were comfortable just being together.
She left me somewhere around 2am and we said a long goodbye. We knew we would meet again; we had no doubt about that. As for the husband she mentioned earlier, he was back home in India she explained taking care of some involved family business, which is why she had changed her mind and come back. She couldn’t bear the thought of going home to an empty house, especially after being with me all evening. I could only tell her that I was so incredibly happy that she returned, and I hoped she thought it was worth it.
‘Oh yes, oh my god, yes,’ she whispered in my ear, ‘that was one of the most intense experiences of my life. If I live to be a hundred I will never forget it. Thank you so much,’ and so I escorted her downstairs and out to her car, with promises to meet again. I watched the tail lights of her Mercedes until she turned the corner and was out of sight, but not out of my mind, or my heart.
I intended this to be the last episode, but somehow it has a life of it’s own, so I know there is at least one more story to come.