Extras: Yoni and Lingam Ch. 02

If you have read my 'Yoni And The Lingam,' series, which I urge you to do, or just take a look at the first introductory story of the original series, you will know that I bought an ancient Hindu temple screen from a junk/antique shop. The screen depicted scenes of Hindu sacred erotic art centred on the female and male genitalia, the female 'Yoni,' and the male equivalent, the 'Lingam.' Strange things occurred soon after I took it home, and I became haunted in my dreams by a stunningly beautiful woman of Indian ethnicity who I simply called my 'Goddess.'

I got an e-mail from my boss at head office, where I normally work. Due to covid I had been working from home for the last two years, and I was mostly still working from home with the occasional day in the office to maintain contact with my colleagues and management. There had been big changes in our working practices during this time, and although the worst of the pandemic was now over, we had all been given the option of working from home most of the time, only going into the office intermittently.

The e-mail asked me to work at our branch office across town in person, a temporary posting which was to last for three or four days at the most my boss informed me. It was no problem, although I didn't fancy the drive through the centre of the city in the rush hour, and so I decided to take the bus. We have great bus services in most cities here in the UK, although I know there are other parts of the world where they are pretty abysmal.

On my first day at the new workplace I had met Jessica, and we quickly became lovers, very quickly. A little over two hours after I met her we had made love in my office during her morning coffee break, and then another longer session at lunchtime.

I'm not wonderfully good looking, neither do I have a wonderful personality but thanks to my Indian goddess, I exude very strong sexual pheromones, and that coupled with the other advantages she gifted me, such as the ability to see the human aura, made my success rate with women almost one hundred percent.

My pheromones had affected Jessica almost immediately and I could tell by the bright red haze of her aura around her hips and pelvic area that she was sexually receptive. After that it was inevitable that we'd make love, sooner or later, and thankfully it was sooner, within two hours of meeting her as I said.

I was very happy how things turned out on my first day at the branch office, and I was pretty sure that tomorrow would bring the lovely Jessica into my office and into my arms again. I left the office that evening with a 'spring in my step,' and made for the bus stop to catch the bus home.

As I stood there waiting for the bus, I looked around me, always looking for that tell-tale red aura. I wasn't particularly worried; I'd had my fair share of exciting sex that day already, but I was always open to other possibilities if they came along, and they nearly always came along. I noticed a fine example of womanhood a couple of places in front of me. She looked really nice from behind, tall, slim, wearing a shortish summer dress, which showed off her great legs.

Even from a few feet away I could see the magic pheromones were doing their work. She appeared a little agitated, transferring her weight from one foot to the other, restless, a sure sign. I couldn't see her face until the bus came, because she had her back turned to me, but as the doors opened we began to get on board. The Brits are great at queueing, and for the most part they don't jump the line. They get told off damned quickly if they do. Anyway, I caught a glimpse of her face from the side and she looked lovely, very wholesome, woman next door type, and as she reached up for the handle to get aboard I could see she wore no wedding or engagement rings.

If I could only get close to her or even sit on the same seat I had a good chance I thought. Some of the seats on UK buses face into the middle of the bus, but most are double seats facing forward. There are a few single seats facing forward too.

I could see the bus was pretty full already, and as I followed her I saw her sitting down on one of the single seats near the back of the bus. Perfect I thought, because as more passengers got on further along the line, the back of the bus would get more crowded with people standing and hanging onto the handles, which dangled down from the rail above for them to hold on to. I made sure I got the handle right above her seat.

So, picture if you will her sitting on her single seat, minding her own business, with me hanging onto a handle just above her head. My body is facing her, and as the bus moves off with a sudden lurch, I lurch as close to her as possible, almost touching her shoulders, which means my cock is almost on the same level as her face.

There's no room for me to move, I'm surrounded by other standing passengers, packed in very tightly. Now she is very close to the source of my pheromones and I'm 'in her space.' She looked up at me, and I looked down at her and smile, she smiled back, just being polite, but her aura was running hot. I could tell by the colour that she was already horny.

Thanks to my goddess who gifted me the sacred lingam, I have a huge cock almost twice as long and thick as the average. I looked down at her again and I could see down the scooped neckline of her dress. She had a nice cleavage, soft pale skin and my cock was already growing hard at the thought of fucking her, and grew harder still until I thought she'd have to be blind not to see it. The bus went round a corner and I used the motion of the bus as an excuse and leaned in closer until my cock touched her shoulder, she looked sideways to see what it was, and then she knew. She looked hurriedly away, out the window, but I knew she was even more horny and agitated than she was before.

Slowly her head turned back, looking straight forward in that classic, 'If I ignore it, maybe it will go away position,' and then as if magnetised by the presence of my cock, her face turned to have another look. She looked at my hardness bulging and pushing out the front of my trousers. I could hear her beginning to breath more heavily. Her face and neck were slightly flushed and she looked up at me again, and I smiled at her once more. She tried to smile back, but I concluded that she was a little afraid of her own feelings, confused, puzzled. She looked back down again, seemingly unable to take her eyes away from the bulge, and I flex my pelvic floor muscles, making my cock rise and fall.

She gasped audibly, and looked up at me again, almost pleading with me. I lightly placed my hand on her shoulder, her eyes closed, and she moaned very quietly.

'Are you alright?' I said, sounding concerned. She nodded a little.

'Y... yes, I'm just feeling very... strange,' she has a lovely voice, 'but the bus is very crowded, maybe it's the heat,' she said quietly, and I agreed with her.

'Yes, you look very hot. Never mind, you'll be off this bus and home soon,' I say, commiserating with her and we lapse into silence. She dropped her eyes from my face, but is once again confronted and fascinated by my hard cock pushing towards her, trying to rip through the fabric of my trousers, she shuddered.

'You're looking at me again,' I said quietly leaning down towards her and she looked up at me sharply, looking slightly ashamed of herself and embarrassed at being caught looking.

'I'm sorry,' she apologised, looking away.

'Don't be sorry,' I replied quietly, 'I like that you're looking at me.' She looked up at me again, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. 'You're a beautiful woman and it's very exciting,' she continued to look up at me, a look of puzzled relief on her face. 'I think it's making you excited too,' I explained. She maybe didn't realise it, but she nodded her head when I said it. 'Are you excited?' I asked her. She shook her head denying what was patently obvious.

'I think you want to touch it,' I said, and again she shook her head, but I reached down and took her hand and she compliantly let me lead it, very gently to my cock, trying not to spook her. She let me do it, no resistance whatsoever, but I let her hand go just before she made contact, about an inch or so away from my cock. She'd have to close that last little gap herself, and she hesitated for a moment as I flexed my cock again.

'Nobody can see you,' I said to encourage her, and it was true. There was a double seat in front of her, another single behind, and my body was so close to her that it was blocking out the view from the centre of the bus. She was almost enclosed and cut off from the other passengers in her own seat, her own secluded space, but she took a look over her shoulder to check, and then looked back at my erection.

'Touch it, we both know you want to,' I whispered, and she was obviously struggling with herself, should she, or should she not, but feeling so horny by now that she just couldn't help herself. She couldn't resist any more and tentatively touched me, very lightly at first and then her decision made, took a stronger grip, feeling along my length.

Her breathing was out of control, signalling her arousal, and my hand, still on her shoulder slipped down off her shoulder under the neckline of her dress, then under the lace fabric of her bra and gently squeezed her soft naked breast and erect nipple. She groaned very quietly and shuddered with excitement, but not one murmur of protest. She tried to speak, but failed, and then she coughed to clear her throat.

'I get off at the next stop,' she said very quietly, her voice quivering with arousal. She said nothing more, so I took the initiative.

'Okay, I'd like to talk to you for a little longer,' I replied. 'Is it okay if I get off with you and we can maybe go and get a coffee?' I suggested.

'If you want to,' she almost whispered. She struggled to her feet, and I turned and pushed forward through the other passengers, with her following in my wake and I rang the bell warning the driver that we wanted to get off at the next bus-stop.

Standing on the street, we got a good look at each other for the first time, and I wasn't disappointed; I liked what I saw. She was as I said, tall about five foot seven inches, wearing flat heeled shoes, and very slim. Her hair was what they call, 'fair,' which generally means a very light brown, almost blonde, but not quite. Blueish-green eyes and a nice nose, with a few freckles sprinkled over it. A nice mouth with beautiful teeth when she attempted a smile.

We found a coffee shop, and I ordered two coffees, and we took our seats, looking across the table at each other. She smiled shyly, then looked down at the table saying nothing. I left her to think for a moment and finally she couldn't stand the silence anymore and started speaking.

'I don't know what I'm doing here, I must be crazy, I feel like I've taken leave of my senses,' she started, 'and you must think I'm really "easy," behaving like this. I'm not, I swear to god on the holy bible I'm not. I'm twenty eight and I've only ever had three boyfriends. I'm a committed Christian, I read the bible, I go to church every Sunday, and yet here I am behaving like a harlot, the scarlet woman they warn us about in the bible. What am I doing, what's going on?' she said shaking her head.

'Well, maybe it's just that you've been good for so long that you feel the need to break out at long last. Or maybe, as I'm inclined to believe, it's just a natural case of sexual attraction long overdue.' Surprisingly, she nodded her head in agreement.

'You must admit you felt something very powerful back there on the bus, and you're still feeling it yet, aren't you?' I asked, keeping her mind on the heat between her legs.' She nodded, saying nothing. 'Once you experience something like that that there's only one way to dampen down that urge.' Bearing in mind she was, I presumed, quite inexperienced I took a big chance.

'Right now you're finding it hard to come to terms with how you are feeling. You've got butterflies in your tummy, your chest feels tight, your legs are shaky, and you feel very wet between your legs. Am I right?' She looked at me, blushing, her cheeks flushed, her breathing starting to rise again.

'No, no, I can't tell you things like that, I'm not going to discuss this, it's too much, that's private,' she protested.

'What's your name?' I asked her, changing the subject, throwing her a little off guard.

'Cassandra,' she replied, 'but everybody calls me "Cassie,' for short.' I thanked her and told her my name, and I reached across the table to shake her hand as I introduced myself. 'So very pleased to meet you Cassie,' I said smiling as she shook my hand too. We had almost finished our coffee and it was time to up the ante, plus I liked nothing better than making love to a staunch Christian, and showing her there's more to life than praying. If she was going to get on her knees, I wanted it to be because she was sucking my cock.

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine again and she didn't pull it away. It was quite a little intimate gesture, like boyfriend and girlfriend. I smiled at her, she smiled at me, and I raise her hand to my mouth and kissed it affectionately. Cheesy, I know, but I could see she liked it, so I leaned across the table and lightly kissed her mouth. She took in a sharp gasp of breath, but let me linger on her lips for a few moments.

'Not here, not in public in front of everybody, it's shameful,' she protested, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. She was protesting, but not very convincingly.

'Okay,' I said abruptly, standing up, 'let's go.' She looked a little 'put out,' puzzled.

'What's wrong, did I upset you?' she pleaded as we left the shop and stood on the pavement. (sidewalk)

'Oh no Cassie, I promise I'm not at all upset. I just really want to kiss you, and you said not in there, so I'll have to find somewhere else to kiss you.' I took her hand, and she smiled at me again, so led her up the street, and seeing an alley between the buildings I led her into it. We walked about halfway up heading for the park on the other side, but I stopped when I saw a recessed doorway.

'This look quite and secluded,' I said and took her in my arms. Her body felt quiet stiff, she certainly wasn't relaxed, but not fighting me off yet. She looked up into my eyes, not quite sure what was happening, but those pheromones of mine were playing merry hell with her resolutions not to be a harlot. So, I kissed her, very gently, and then when I tried to open her lips for a proper passionate kiss there was a little resistance. Meanwhile I was caressing her back and shoulders and pulling her lovely body close to mine, adding to her stimulation.

At last I felt her body relax and she moulded herself against me. Her lips opened, and suddenly we were kissing passionately, and I was feeling her fine firm body through the material of the thin summer dress. I stepped up one step from the floor of the alley into the secluded recessed doorway, and she came with me.

'Relax Cassie, nobody can see us now,' I whispered in her ear, and then resumed kissing her. My caressing of her back and shoulders moved round her body until I was caressing her sides and down over her hips, pulling her harder against my stiff cock. I knew she felt it, but was still trying to keep the bottom half of her body away from it. Never mind, my right hand had found that left tit I had been playing with on the bus, and began to fondle it, pinching her nipple gently.

'Oh god,' she gasped, pulling my hand away, still resistant to the inevitable, but I just went for the other one and fondled it instead. She was gasping for breath and moaning with pleasure, as I fondled both and suddenly she was no longer trying to pull my hands away, she was leaning into them. I gently backed her against the wall, and looking down I noticed her feet were about a foot apart, and so I stepped forward, closer still placing one foot between them severely limiting her ability to close her legs completely. She was such an innocent; I don't think she even realised the significance of that moment.

As we continued to kiss, and with me fondling her breasts she was beginning to respond a little more enthusiastically. I ran my hands down her back, and cupped her delightful arse in both hands, pulling her further forward onto my cock, but also insinuating my leg deeper between her legs opening her thighs wider. At the same time, I was pulling her dress higher, inch by inch something she seemed completely unaware of.

With me pulling her harder against my cock and my thigh between her parted legs, her pussy was being lightly stimulated, indirectly so far but all adding to the overwhelming sensations that assailed her mild resistance. When I withdrew my right hand from her bottom, I caressed her sides and hips, and then onto her lower stomach. My hand was heading south and I let it slide lower until I was rubbing her pussy through her dress and panties.

'No... please don't touch me there...please don't,' she pleaded, trying to clamp her legs shut but it was far too late, especially with my leg between hers. She couldn't close her legs and I was already touching her there. If you remember, I already mentioned I had been pulling her dress higher, so by this time the hem was already at her pussy level when my hand went under her dress onto the front of her panties. Her mouth may have been saying no, but the wetness of her soaked panties told another tale.

'Oh no... please don't... do... that,' she gasped, moaning loudly with pleasure as I stroked between her legs, and it was just a matter of seconds before my fingers burrowed into her panties onto naked flesh. Wet, slippery naked flesh, and as I split her pussy lips apart, she almost collapsed, and I had to hold her up while my fingers plunged in and out of her dribbling pussy.

'Oh dear god... what are you doing to me?' she moaned, almost crying, but completely unable to stop herself, loving the strange feelings and sensations that were wracking her fine responsive body. What little resistance she had left, if any, was in her mind, her body was doing everything it could to welcome and co-operate with my advances.

I released my cock from its captivity, pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, and rubbed the tip against her wet, juicy hole. She instinctively spread her legs wider, and I nudged her pussy lips apart. She was so wet that my cock impaled her by about two inches before she realised and protested again.

'Oh no, it's too big, it will hurt... please don't hurt me,' she begged, and I told her I had no intention of hurting her, so I withdrew a little then edged back in again, and she just moaned again even louder. I did this over and over again gradually opening her up, sinking further into the wet morass that was her pussy, but before I got any further into her delightful pussy she began to come.

'Oh my...oh my god...oh shit... shit... shit... what are you doooo...iinnnnnggg to me... Yes... oh god.... don't stop... don't stop...' and then she was instinctively thrusting her slim hips back and forth, fucking my cock as hard as she could, impaling herself as deeply as possible. All her worries about being hurt forgotten in the throes of her orgasm.

Very gradually, she slowed and came down from the heights of her climax, clinging helplessly to me for support. I withdrew wetly with an audible slurping sound, and as I did, she reached down and ran her right hand along my length.

'It's so slippery,' she exclaimed, almost in wonder by the sound of her voice, and I told her all that slipperiness came from her, it was her juices that allowed me to slip inside her without pain. It was her way of welcoming me into her pussy. She seemed to think for a few moments looking down at her hand caressing my cock. 'I'm just another harlot now. A poor weak sinner,' she said, but waited a moment or two more before she laughed. 'and I fucking love it,' and she laughed again. Had I 'converted,' her I wondered?