Virginity stories: The Jaguar Shaman – Part 2
Author: OregonDavid
“I’ve been carrying this bottle of wine down here for six years, waiting for the right time to open it. Tonight is the night. Care to join me?” she asked sweetly.
“I am only nineteen…” he replied. “But we are in Costa Rica and I don’t know if it’s legal or not, and I don’t care. So, sure, I’d love to join you.”
Kari worked the handle on her folding corkscrew and soon the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon was open and being poured into two plastic cups.
“This is really delicious,” gushed Paul, warming to the flavor of the wine.
They each laid down, resting their heads on their backpacks, taking in the billions of stars. Paul’s right hand rested near Kari’s left. He half sat up to take another sip of the wine and when he laid down again, his hand was on Kari’s. There was no mistaking the current of energy that passing between them. Kari turned her hand over so her fingers could intertwine with his.
“Do you feel that?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “I thought it was only me. It started with the shampoo bottle in the shower.”
“Oh I know!” she answered sitting up. She set her wine cup aside and motioned for him to sit up as well. She never let go of his hand as he sat cross-legged in front of her. “Give me your other hand.”
He did so gladly. It was like a light circuit coming on. They both could feel the charge growing.
“What’s happening?” Paul asked. “I mean, I’ve never felt anything like this when touching someone even girls.”
“So you’ve touched girls before?” Kari asked coyly.
The surging power passing between them coursed right through her pussy, causing it to grow
wetter and wetter. She was so horny she felt on the ragged edge of control.
“Yes, I’ve touched girls before. Kissed a few too, after I found out they didn’t have cooties.” They both laughed. “How about you, have you touched many boys before?”
“No,” she admitted. “Not really. I’ve been kissed once or twice, but that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”
“Seriously Kari? As beautiful as you are, you’ve only been kissed twice?”
“I know. It’s sad. But it’s true.” She went on to explain, “I was a geeky kid growing up. Not confident or pretty or funny. I lived in the hills and didn’t care. I always loved digging around for Civil War artifacts and didn’t miss having boys chase me around. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I started to blossom. I only did the Miss Hancock County Pageant to make my mamma happy. When I won, that took me to Raleigh for the Miss North Carolina Pageant. When I won that, I ended up in Atlantic City for the Miss America Pageant. I got first runner-up and enough scholarship money to get me into Duke, which brought me here tonight.”
“Wow! That’s quite a story. It’s almost like you were destined to be here tonight with a Nebraska farm boy who loves digging in the dirt just to find out what’s down there.”
“What about you? How did you end up on a cliff overlooking the Pacific with a girl from North Carolina? Did you plan this somehow, to get to this dig and to find the last Shaman?”
“Like I said, I have always liked to dig in the dirt. There were plenty of artifacts around Scotts Bluff and Whitney to discover. I remember hanging out with my great grandfather when I was young. He and I would walk up into the hills and dig for arrowheads and sharks teeth and sea fossils, but he died before I turned ten. My grandfather still tells me stories about him. Maybe that’s why I applied to join this dig. I had no idea that we would be going to the same place my great-grandfather had been; only that it was in the same region. That part was either fate or pure dumb luck.”
The both laughed at the odd coincidences that had to have occurred to get them on this overlook in Costa Rica. The longer they sat together, the more at ease Paul became. He finally felt the courage to ask the question that he wanted to ask since he met her.
“Would you mind if I raised your kiss count to three?” Her smile told him she didn’t object so he leaned in until their lips met. Both jerked back as if struck.
“What was that?” he asked, reliving the suddenness of the shock. While their lips touched, his mind was flooded with a massive amount of information about long dead languages and the people who spoke them.
“I don’t know. But I liked it. Let’s try it again and see if it happens again,” she replied.
Though Kari didn’t see the same kaleidoscope of images, she had experienced instead a symphony of pleasure that washed over and through her. She could feel passion and desire when their lips connected and even now she could feel the residual effects as echoes. She felt a deep longing to repeat the sensation.
He leaned in again and she turned her face to meet him. Their lips touched again. This time Paul maintained control and kept his lips pressed against Kari’s. All the experiences of the every Brunka Shaman filled his memories. It felt like watching a hundred movies at the same time and remembering them all. The combined life knowledge of each shaman poured from the union of their lips and into his soul. Paul now understood his connection to this place, this planet, this solar system, this universe in ways that was hard to describe. It was beyond spiritual awakening. It was a knowing of the universe. It was a glimpse into the mind of God.
As Paul was filled with experiences and knowledge, Kari was filled with pleasure, both spiritual and physical. Every erogenous zone on her body was charged to the point of overload. She had her own awakening. Paul connected to everything that had been; she connected to everything in the living universe, to all life here on this plane and all others. She could feel the life of the entire cosmos, all the sensuality and joy from being. She writhed with pleasure from just his kiss. Every sense was alive and electrified.
Kari McCoy knew Paul David was the man she had saved herself for. Kari knew that certainty. There could be no other man who would make her feel so much life from a simple kiss. She was past the point of turning back. She had fallen into the realm of surrender.
“Paul,” she said finally breaking the contact. “Paul, I can’t believe I am saying this, but I want you to know I have waited all my life to be kissed like that by a man. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I would find a man that would kiss me like you just did and he would be the man for me. I have been waiting for you, Paul David. If you want me, I will be yours now and always. Please Paul. Please say you want me. Say it.” She kissed his hands to seal her vow.
She had no idea she was going to say those things or why she said those things. She only knew that she was finally a whole woman, having declared her devotion to Paul David. She would be his for the rest of this life and the next.
In reply Paul guided her to her back and leaned over her to kiss her. For the first time, a hand other than her own enclosed her breast. She felt her pelvis get wetter and hotter as a result. His fingertips circled her engorged areola through her shirt. A ripple of orgasm began at her feet and vibrated up her body until her hair tingled. His lips left hers and found their way to her neck. He licked and nibbled and the ripple became a flow. Paul instinctively knew how to bring her pleasure. While she caught her breath, he leaned away. He gave her a long look.
God she is beautiful, he thought to himself. She is so damn sexy and smart and perfect. His hand slid to the center of her chest and deftly undid each button. When he got to her waist, he slid her belt out of its loop and worked it free. He unsnapped her shorts and eased her zipper down. Kari looked up at him with nothing but lust and trust in her eyes.
He parted her shorts and slipped his hand down between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties either.
His fingers felt the curls of her pubic hair. It’s too hot and humid in the jungle to shave your pussy; it makes it a hot sticky and stinky mess. She thrust her groin against his hand, eager to feel his finger part her lips and slip inside her willing cunt. He instead guided her shorts off her hips and over her shoes, leaving her exposed to the cosmos above him.
He grazed the inside of her spread thighs with light strokes of his fingertips. She responded by raising her knees up and opening her flower to him. The smell of her arousal intoxicated him. He kissed her belly between her navel and pubis. He kissed down her triangle and just as he was about to finally kiss her clit, he moved his lips the side and kissed the fold of her groin. She bucked and moaned. He played his kisses down her inner thigh, alternating tiny kisses with gentle licks.
Kari’s mind screamed with pleasure and frustration. She wanted him to give her release and at the same time she was desperate for the delicious torture to continue. Paul’s lips moved back up her thigh. He rolled over and between her legs, not breaking contact, but allowing him to center her pussy before his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and tasted her juices for the first time. His hard cock felt like it grew an inch with a jerk. He reached down his belly and adjusted his cock until it stuck straight up behind his fly. He licked her again, this time going deeper, getting a full tongue of her delicious flow. His cock jerked again and now the head was straining to peek out of the top of his waistband. It was painful but he didn’t mind.
He buried his face in her sex and drank deeply from her flower. Her orgasm overcame her, rocking her very core. She writhed and moaned and spoke in a long dead language of earth and creation. She shuddered and bucked; his tongue was relentless, her pleasure was limitless. His cock now stuck out two full inches from his waistband. He could take no more of the pleasure and pain. He got to his knees and fought to release his button and zipper. He pulled down his shorts and with great effort, got his cock out of his briefs.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s getting so hard it hurts! I’ve never been this hard before. Or this big.”
Parent Post: The Jaguar Shaman – by OregonDavid
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