He took a long look at his engorged member. It had to be ten inches long and thicker than he’d ever remembered.
“You inspire me to new heights and widths, Kari McCoy,” he laughed sheepishly and with a little pride.
She said nothing. Her eyes seemed to glow yellow and feral. She rolled to her knees and studied his cock. She had never seen a man nude before. She had never seen a man aroused before. Instead of being shocked or horrified, she felt a burning need to have this cock inside her. She wanted to become one with it. Acting solely on instinct, she opened her mouth wide and buried her face in his groin, swallowing his shaft whole. When the thick bell end touched her tongue, she started to gush. When it slid down her throat, she started to moan.
She had never touched a cock in her life and now she was milking his monster member with her throat. She didn’t move. She flexed the muscles in her throat and waited for Paul to act. He did. He overcame the shock and pleasure of his first sexual contact and began to slowly withdraw his cock, fearing he was hurting her. She responded by lunging forward to take him down her throat again. They did this for a time, him pulling and her chasing, until Paul finally had to grip the sides of her head to control the ferocity of her attacks. He could feel his climax building.
“You’d better be careful, I am about to lose control,” he warned her.
“Good,” she mumbled around is cock. “Do it.” He did.
His newly enlarged cock spewed and equally large load of cum. Rope after rope flowed down her throat and into her belly. She didn’t miss a drop. Each pulse brought her pleasure. It fulfilled her purpose. When he finally stopped throbbing, she pulled her mouth from his member. She fell back to the sleeping bag, legs spread lewdly.
“Come Paul. Come to me.”
She reached out to him. He stood up and kicked of his shoes and pants. He nearly tore his shirt pulling it off over his head. His giant cock stood out from his body, bobbing majestically. She spread her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. Paul removed her shoes so they could both be naked under the Costa Rican night sky. He knelt by her upraised sex and pressed the purple head of his cock between her folds.
“Oh God, Paul. That’s it. Push it in. Push it all in. I want to feel you filling me up.”
Paul shifted his weight so his cock parted her lips and found its way into her channel. He continued to fill her with one long, slow stroke. His cockhead met the barrier of her maidenhood and he felt it give way, like iron gates parting. He continued his relentless insertion. Kari held her breath, basking in the pleasure of losing her virginity without the discomfort of being fucked poorly.
When he reached the bottom of her sex, he held it there. Her cunt was grasping his cock, milking it like her throat did, only with more strength and great intensity. Paul grasped Kari under the arms and pulled her to his chest while in the kneeling position. She locked her ankles together behind his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling so tight her breasts were mashed against his chest.
Paul thrust upward, pushing her skyward on his cock. When he relaxed, the grip of her legs and arms allowed him to partially withdraw. Then she relaxed her grip and his shaft pushed up her channel again. Over and over they thrust, each feeling the heightened pleasure of the other building. Finally Kari could take no more and came in a flood of cum juices, bathing Paul’s cock and balls in sweet sticky moisture. Paul responded by jetting hot cum into her pulsing vagina. She nearly passed out from the pleasure. For him, the orgasm only awakened a great need.
After she caught her breath and her heartbeat slowed, Paul laid her on her back and then rolled her on her side, pushing her top leg up to her chest and exposing her slit to him. A river of his cum flowed from her pulsing pussy. Paul took a finger load of their combined ejaculate and rubbed it on her virgin ass. He worked his finger in until he met resistance and then withdrew it and scooped up more cum. He kept applying it to her nether hole until she was well lubricated and he was able to work two fingers partway in. He pulled his fingers from her ass and pressed his cockhead against her last virginity. Kari responded by grabbing her ass cheek and opening her hole wide for him.
The head of his cock popped in, and she gasped at the pain, letting out an involuntary grunt. The awareness that he had caused her pain turned him on to an even greater extent. He grabbed her hip and held her in place, slowly impaling her ass with his straining cock. Kari let out a wail of pain. This was exquisite music to his ears, making him frantically horny. He thrust harder and the pain caused her to sob and cry.
If only her pain caused her the same amount of pleasure it does me, it would make it so much better, Paul thought. As if she could hear him, Kari’s pain turned to pleasure with every thrust.
“Oh God Paul! That hurts SOOO good!” she panted through the sobs. “I can’t believe how much it hurts and how fantastic it feels at the same time.”
He was pounding her ass now, pulling her back to him until his entire ten inches was deep in her bowels. Her breasts swayed lewdly and she had a handful of sleeping bag as she moaned and cried. Paul looked down and could make out his cock in her ass, even in the darkness.
I’d love to be able to see her ass better, he wished. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back, reveling in the sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her ass and the tightness of her anal ring gripping her cock. When he opened his eyes again, they had adjusted to the low light of the twilight. Everything was sharply defined. He could even see into the jungle, under the canopy.
He focused his gaze on his organ violating his first sexual partner’s ass. He could see everything. The lewd way her ass stretched to accommodate his engorged phallus turned him on to no end. He wished he was even bigger and he could feel her ass tighten and stretch to accommodate his now jumbo girth. The pain was her pleasure and Kari screamed her orgasm.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh my fucking GOD! My ass feels so fucking good. Oh God Paul, come in my ass. Come in my hot burning ass! Fill me up with your sticky cum!”
Paul released torrent after torrent of cum, filling her over capacity. The excess eased around the girth of the invader and crept down her cunt folds. The added lubricant gave Paul the incentive the thrust deeper and harder. His cock was in no danger of subsiding. Kari’s orgasms were exhausting her. She was on the threshold of passing out. She writhed and moaned incoherently, completely spent.
Only Paul’s hands on her hips, locking their union kept her on her knees. Paul withdrew his cock and examined the damage that ravaging Kari’s ass had wrought. It now appeared to be eleven inches long and three inches in diameter. It’s too big, thought Paul and he could see it shrinking as he watched. It’s too small, he thought. He could see it growing. At nine inches he thought, Stop, that’s perfect. His cock throbbed and pulsed like it was a separate living thing.
Paul stood and looked around. With his enhanced eyesight, the starlight turned the jungle into a vista that reminded him of those winter days when the blizzards blew all day and left the sun well behind. He could see perfectly well in what appeared to be only gloom to his eyes. Paul knew something in him had changed but he had no idea why or how.
When he asked himself the question, the answer appeared in his mind’s eye: it was the stones on the remains of the last shaman. The shaman with the jaguar tattoo had somehow left his power invested in the stones he wore. That power had flowed from those stones into Paul. His day long proximity to them had given him a taste of the possibilities.
He wondered about what powers they had given their previous owners and he was rewarded with a primer course on the stones and what they would help their rightful owner achieve. They would not help anyone but the chosen shaman. Paul had been selected to receive their power by virtue of being the last living soul to discover them. The talents that Kari received came through Paul, not through the stones. The stones were not indiscriminate in granting powers. They had lain dormant for five centuries waiting for the right soul to discover them.
Since Paul hadn’t realized he had the powers, he didn’t know how could control how they were perceived by others. He had given powers unknowingly to Kari, and she would possess those powers and others based on her relationship with Paul. Should their relationship fail, Paul knew her powers would slowly fail also. While they were together, Kari would be able to connect the life forces of the entire universe. If she tried she would be able to reach across space to join with any living thing in the cosmos. This included the beings that were the source for all life on earth and the creators of the stones.
Paul knew all this as certainly as if he had read it in a book. The more he contemplated things he did not know, the more the answers came to him. Paul heard the big cat long before he could see him. He could feel the menace of the jaguar approaching. Paul felt no fear. He stood, nude and glistening in the starlight, staring into the jungle where the jaguar would appear. He approached the cat, whose black fur made him nearly impossible to see for a human, but with Paul’s new ability, he could see the cat as clearly as a black animal on a snow white background.
“Hello Father,” he said with a guttural growl. “I am Paul David.” The yellow eyes of the watcher said nothing. “Are you here to teach me or to kill?” The eyes blinked, undecided. “How long have you been watching?” Paul asked.
“Seven hundreds of your years,” replied the cat. “Give or take.”
The cat approached, sniffing at Paul’s nearly hairless form.
“You look so different from the last shaman. He was smaller, harder, darker. You do not belong in the jungle. You are a child of the prairie. How did you become shaman?”
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