The Yoni And The Lingam Ch. 01

I started thinking of my Indian bride again, and thought I'd give anything to have a woman like that in my life. She wasn't just beautiful; she was spectacularly beautiful. The kind of woman you look at with the deepest admiration and rejoice in her beauty, but feel slightly sad about at the same time because you know you will never be lucky enough, or rich enough to have a woman like that. I reached over, switched off the light and decided to ignore the growing hardness in my boxer shorts. I thought I would sleep well tonight, since I had been quite disturbed and sleepless last night.

Something wakened me, I listened but heard nothing, and lay there in bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. Gradually I revived enough to notice that this didn't smell like my room and fuck me, the ceiling wasn't my ceiling, it was her room again. I looked around panic stricken in the dimly lit room and tried to sit up, but some weight prevented me, my heart hammered against my chest, until I realised it was her, my 'bride,' holding me down by sitting astride me, entirely naked this time. Panicked as I was, I couldn't help but stare at her tits. They were perfect thirty-two, or thirty-four, B, perhaps a small C, and wonderfully shaped. The areolae were small, about an inch across, almost black in the dim light, and her nipples were erect, standing proudly, long, and very, very suckable, obviously aroused.

As I looked at her in lust filled astonishment, she smiled and reaching down between her legs took my huge stiff cock in her hand and fed it into her slippery hole once again. She sat there for a moment looking down at me smiling again, adjusting her position until at last she obviously felt it was just right and began to move, with a sharp intake of breath, her increasing gasps and moans of pleasure signalling her enjoyment of my cock and our lovemaking. For my part, I'd never felt anything so completely wonderful in my life.

Yes, I'd had lovers before, but none ever felt as good as her or looked so amazing. I stopped wondering what, or why, completely existing in the moment of her withdrawal, and then her slight hesitation, just retaining my knob in the entrance to her pussy for a few seconds before beginning the slide back down my length until her pussy almost engulfed my balls too. Her aromatic juices oozed and slavered from her sex, dousing me in her wetness.

It was a total erotic experience, and it robbed me of the ability to think coherently. I was reduced to nothing more than a stiff cock, slipping and sliding in and out of the most divine pussy I had ever known. Incredible sensations, the intoxicating smell of her sex, her perfume, the incense that burned in the room, the gasps, moans, and groans swirling about us, and on top of that her beautiful face above me, now smiling, now ecstatic.

It seemed to go on for ever, and then I felt her begin to come. She quickened her pace bringing me right along with her, and I felt that first far away sensation in the root of my cock, and then I was coming, pumping my seed into my divine goddess. She moaned loudly over and over, and her pussy rippled and clenched as her orgasm took her. At last we were both spent. She lowered herself gently down over me, her breasts on my chest, slippery with our combined sweat, and whispered in my ear.

'My love, my own love,' and kissed my face. I opened my eyes to see her, but only found further confusion. I was back in my own room, but she was still on me, I was still in her... I closed my eyes, trying to come to terms with what I was seeing, and remembered nothing more.

I woke up next morning later than usual, but my head was full of the dream again. Within seconds my cock was as stiff as stiff could be, but when I reached down to touch it I discovered that my cock and balls were covered in slippery secretions. Did I have another nocturnal emission I wondered? More than a little disturbed, I got out of bed, turned on the shower, and washed the sleep out of my eyes and the sticky, crusty, mess from my cock and balls. I don't normally masturbate in the shower, but that morning was an exception. Was my cock a little bigger I thought looking down at myself? Then I laughed, no don't be stupid I thought, cocks don't grow bigger at your age.

Exciting as the dreams were, I couldn't help but feel more than a little disturbed. They were more vivid and realistic than any dreams I had ever known before, more like I imagined a 'vision,' or a hallucination to be. Strong enough to make me come uncontrollably two nights in a row, when I'd never been one for nocturnal emissions anyway. Something was going on that I couldn't figure out, no matter how hard I tried and the fact that the first dream had taken place in some exotic location was okay, but by the end of the second it had somehow begun to bleed into my reality was discomforting too. Was I having some sort of psychotic episode? Time would tell I figured, and disturbing as the dreams were, they were also the most sexually exciting experiences I had ever known.

Further to my self-inspection in the shower that morning, I remembered reading somewhere when I was about nineteen years old that the average European penis size was between five and a half, to just over six and a half inches in length, but of course that was, 'average,' and there were obviously smaller and larger examples which were perfectly within the range considered to be normal. When I read that information about size back then, I was curious, so I had to measure my erect prick of course, and it was slightly over the six inch mark. Laugh if you want, but I'm willing to bet every single guy has done exactly the same, c'mon now guys, be honest!

I had thought my cock looked a bit bigger than normal in the shower earlier, and although I had mentally dismissed the idea as being utterly preposterous at the time, I decided to keep track of what was happening down there. Suddenly growing a bigger dick at thirty two years of age was not normal, and may be indicative of some infection or other serious medical problem. That thought worried me, but like so many other little niggling things like that, I had little time to dwell on it and put it to the back of my mind.

After I made myself some breakfast, I fired up my computer and logged into my office. As I mentioned at the beginning of this story, I was working from home like so many other thousands of workers who were in the same position due to the Covid outbreak. I made my presence known to the bosses, and got on with the assignments I was given. After a very short break for a sandwich at lunchtime, I worked solidly on until just after 4pm. Due to my disturbed night, I was pretty much exhausted, and lay down on top of my bed for a nap.

I slept as if dead, with no dreams that I remember to interrupt my nap. I eventually wakened up a couple of hours later according to my wrist watch, yawned and turned to get up. Suddenly my heart was racing, and I looked frantically all around the room in panic. Just for a moment I could have sworn she was there... but she wasn't. I thought I had glimpsed her figure in my peripheral vision, my 'dream lover,' but the room was empty apart from me. I calmed down and my heart rate slowly returned to normal. I was beginning to think I really was going crazy with all these dreams, and my illusions of a growing presence in my pants.

I went through to the lounge, and turned on the TV, before I made something to eat for my evening meal. Perhaps the mundane nature of whatever was on might drag me back to normal, whatever 'normal,' was I thought. Preparing something to eat would take my mind off my situation too, and it did for a while. Soon I was back sitting in front of the TV, a plate of food on a tray before me, which I enjoyed, while watching mindless crap.

I changed the channel and got all the news I was allowed to see. TV news selects a few topics they consider important, or the ones they want you to see, and that's what you get on an endless, and often mindless loop. I take everything they say with a pinch of salt. 'Truth,' is in the pockets of the billionaire's who own the media. I switched the damned thing off.

I went online again and had a look through Amazon to find a book I might enjoy and found one which I paid for and downloaded to my electronic reader, my Kindle. A few female friends have said to me they prefer the real thing, a paper book, and I quite agree, however, I can't help but tease them and say they could still own the book and have it on file. Then they could get rid of all their books and have much more room for shoes. Mildly sexist I know, but even they have found it a mildly amusing notion.

I read quietly for a few hours, immersed in the book, taking my mind off my dream lover for a few hours. Eventually and inevitably, I grew tired and was struggling to stay awake. I tried to fight it until I realised I was so tired I had read the same line at least four times and not taken it in. I switched the reader off, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took myself off to bed with a little trepidation.

It took me ages to get off to sleep despite being so tired, but eventually Hypnos, the ancient Greek God of sleep touched me with his wings, and I slept.

I struggled to come to the surface, helpless to move, desperately trying to throw off the bonds of sleep paralysis, a normal body function that prevents us harming ourselves in our sleep. It happens when the body is still in 'sleep mode,' but the brain has become active. I'd experienced it a few times before, but it was rare, and it always seems to have a nightmare like feeling as you struggle to overcome it. Eventually it wore off and I became aware that I had kicked off the bedcovers sometime in the night, but I was relieved to see that I was indeed in my own room.

As I became a little more lucid, I became aware of a pleasurable sensation between my legs. My cock was erect, and being almost fully awake now, I distinctly felt hands on my cock. I looked down, my heart racing again. A heartbreakingly beautiful face was only partially concealed by my cock which seemed to have grown once again to the ridiculous and unbelievable proportions I had seen in my previous two dreams.

She raised hersel up a little, kneeling between my outspread thighs, and paused momentarily above the bulging head, opened her mouth and licked it like a gigantic lollipop. Her tongue swirled all round it, dispensing lubricating saliva and amazing sensations, from my tip to the root as her oh so elegant hands stroked my length, and then without further hesitation my knob disappeared into the gorgeous mouth.

She moaned, and so did I. Her touch felt sublime as she stroked me, and sucked, licked, and caressed my cock and balls. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she stopped pleasuring my dick orally and raising herself above me, she rubbed my cock against her yoni. I watched spellbound as she impaled herself on my rock hard cock. She gave out a long shuddering moan as she took most of it into her saturated love hole. Her heat, her wetness seemed to permeate my cock exciting me unbearably, and without a doubt her pussy seemed to get so much wetter than any woman I had ever known before.

Sleep paralysis gone, I lifted my hips off the bed and drove up into her, determined to be more proactive and not so passive as I had been in our previous encounters. She moaned loudly with every thrust, and then I pushed her over to one side without breaking contact, rolled her over again and now she was under me, and I was making love to her for a change. Her wonderful eyes flashed open, saying a million sensual things as I reamed her wet treasure. She spread her legs even wider, and thrust her naked hips up off the bed, giving herself as enthusiastically as I was giving myself to her.

'Oh my love, my love,' she moaned loudly. Then louder as her orgasm took hold and shook her, leaving her a whimpering, shaking mess. My cock felt as if it could go on forever, but I stopped, paused for a moment or two to give her a little respite, knowing she'd be overly sensitive just after her orgasm. She looked up at me, smiling with what looked like love in her eyes, the way that only a well fucked woman does.

I studied her face; her skin was a light honey colour and absolutely flawless. Her mouth was full-lipped, beautifully shaped, lips slightly parted, still breathing hard from her exertions. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply and passionately. She moved beneath me, whether she was just trying to get more comfortable or was ready for more I don't know, but with the first tremor of movement from her I pushed in deeper, making her gasp and then we started again, she raised her knees even higher until they almost touched her breasts, her pussy splayed wide open and I grateful accepted her freely given gift and plundered her hot depths making her moan and mewl. I whispered in her ear as I made love to her, telling her she was beautiful, my beautiful goddess, told her I loved her, and realised I meant it, and then the tingling at the root of my cock began to let me know I was coming , not quite yet but it was on its way.

'I'm going to fill your hot and 'holy' yoni with my seed.' I whispered in her ear. 'Do you understand me, do you want it my love?' I asked her. She smiled and nodded. I upped the pace and was quite literally fucking her now. She seemed to love it.

'Oh yes my love, yes, yes. Give it to me, give it to me now,' she pleaded, and as it rushed the length of my cock and painted the walls of her hot vagina, she came with me too, moaning and crying out loudly in ecstasy. This time, here in my own room, I didn't fall asleep or pass out immediately. I lay beside her feeling her soft skin against mine, smelling her perfume, smelling the aroma of her sex, hearing her breathing in my ear. Her fine warm body pressed against me. I pulled up the covers and with her wrapped protectively in my arms I fell asleep.

To be continued.