The Yoni And The Lingam 4
After my own dear 'goddess' withdrew from my life I was thoroughly depressed for a while, but soon put to good use the 'gifts,' she had left me. I presume you have already read the first three parts of my story, but just in case you haven't I will reiterate. 1. She somehow induced my cock to grow bigger, and conferred on me the title, 'Keeper of the Sacred Lingam.' 2. Another physiological change she induced was in my body chemistry which made me exude a very strong masculine 'aroma' (pheromones) which women found sexually stimulating. 3. I could in certain circumstances see the human 'aura' which let me see when a woman was sexually receptive to me. The aura around the pelvis turned a reddish hue when she became sexually aroused.
Far from being jealous, my goddess informed me that sex was a very spiritual thing, and not at all the shameful act that our western civilisation and religions had come to believe. 'Women will want to worship the sacred Lingam,' she told me, 'not even knowing they are partaking in a sacred rite, allow them to do so freely.' The idea took a bit of getting used to with all my years of western conditioning, but eventually I accepted the gifts that women seemed eager to give me, starting with Jessica, a young colleague from work. Later the same day I had a glorious sexual encounter with Annabelle, a slight older, but no less beautiful woman, an executive of the same company I worked for.
When I went home that night I was very happy with myself, not one, but
two
beautiful women had given themselves to me in the course of one afternoon. It seemed like every young man's dream, but thinking about it, I wondered if it may actually turn into a nightmare if I just fucked every woman who was available. I could easily imagine myself getting sick of that sort of life. Then I thought, '
but not just yet
.' Get out there and have some fun I urged myself, but be totally honest with them. You must warn them from the start that you have no need or want for a permanent relationship. If they chose to be with you on that basis, knowing what you've told them, then at least they've made an informed decision. Above all, be kind when dealing with women's feelings and emotions.
I was just sitting there after my evening meal, pondering how to best word my warning to prospective lovers, when my phone beeped with an incoming text.
'Hi, I've been thinking a lot about what we spoke about last time. Can I come over and talk to you - Maya?'
My heart raced with excitement; this was my Indian academic. An expert in Hindu manuscripts and mythology. However, she had succumbed to my pheromones once before, and would have done anything I wanted. Quite simply, I could have taken her sexually last time she was here, but I was conscious that her brother waited outside in their van. We simply didn't have the time, although in the short time she was here she had surprisingly handled my cock and even taken me in her mouth for a few seconds before I sent her on her way. I warned her to be absolutely sure what she wanted before she came back. She was a virgin, aged about twenty seven years old, unbelievable I know, but this is Indian Hindu families we are talking about folks, and not to be judged by the average standards of European or American society. They had different customs and values, but she wouldn't be a virgin for much longer if she came over tonight.
I sent a text back telling her she was welcome to come over, but please be sure about what she wanted and what may happen. A few minutes later she replied that she'd be with me in about an hour. A quick tidy up of the flat ensued, and I had a quick shower again. If I was going to be making love to the beautiful Maya, as I was 95% sure I would be, it was only courteous to smell nice for her.
Thinking about her in the shower only served to make my cock as hard as a stone. It jutted out, pointing upwards as I soaped it and my balls. Fuck, it was bigger again I thought, about nine inches now, and thick too. Turning into a real pussy stretcher I mused. From a slightly longer than normal cock, just over six inches, the average male being about six inches, I seemed to have grown another three inches in as many weeks.
Where would it end? She had told me it was still growing the last time I saw her. I hoped not too much more. I wanted to make love to women not scare them out of their wits. Nothing to do with me of course, it was my goddess who had initiated this miracle, because that's what it was. A fucking bona fide miracle which even the Vatican would have no trouble confirming. Maybe they'd make me a saint I thought. What name would they give me, St Phallus? Saint Dick? Saint Salami? St Lingam Of The Screen? Such are the idle musings of a fool washing his balls.
I didn't bother to get fully dressed. There didn't seem to be much point, so I just put on a white bathrobe, and white sports socks to keep my feet warm. Hey, this is the UK, it can get a little bit cold and draughty without warning, even in the summer. Brits are always talking about the weather because we can have four seasons in one day, the weather is changeable.
Soon after I got out of the shower, the doorbell rang and I knew of course it was Maya. She smiled at me, looking decidedly nervous, as I let her in. We went into the lounge and she sat on the couch, so I sat beside her. I might as well give her a good quick sniff of my manly odour to get her in the mood I thought.
'Well, what can I do for you tonight Maya?' I asked her. She started talking about how important it was that she document all the unexplained happenings regarding the screen. She wanted to know more about my mysterious lady love, etc, etc. I knew that was just 'froth,' and she was prattling away because of nerves. I could see the reddish hue of her aura and knew she was sexually aroused and had really come here to lose her virginity.
