The Jaguar Shaman – Part 2

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.”

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?”

“It was the stones. I uncovered them. They chose me.” The cat contemplated the answer before speaking.

“You’ll do.” The cat turned to walk into the jungle.

“Wait,” growled Paul. “What do I do now?”

“Do?” blinked the cat. “You will do as all the shaman have done. You will use your powers for great good or great destruction. You will help and protect your people or you will destroy and abuse them. You are the shaman, you must decide.”

“How will I know if I am doing good or evil?” asked Paul, worried that this kind of power would change him.

“Paul David, you were born to become Jaguar Shaman, just as I was born to be Watcher. You will fulfill your destiny and just as I have fulfilled mine.” The cat again turned his back to continue into the darkness.

“Wait, don’t go. Can’t you stay with me? What if I have more questions?”

“Would you like me to stay?” answered the black cat.

“Yes I would, very much.”

“Then stay I shall!”

The great cat leapt at Paul, pushing him to the ground. Paul felt the massive claws tearing his skin and the razor sharp teeth entering his chest. He tried to push the big cat away, but he couldn’t. Not because the cat was too strong, but because the jaguar had disappeared. Paul leapt to his feet and looked around for another attack, but the cat was nowhere to be seen. When his breath returned to normal, Paul returned to Kari, still recovering on the sleeping bag. She looked at him with love and lust in her eyes.

“Where did you go?” she asked lustfully. “Oh my God, Paul! Where did that come from?”

She sat up and fumbled for a flashlight. She turned it on and focused it on his nude form. He was covered from neck to mid-thigh with a black tattoo. It was a jaguar with yellow eyes.

“I picked it up over there,” Paul indicated the jungle.

“I like it. But I like this better,” she knelt before him and kissed his dormant manhood. It began to rise to her attention.

Kari tucked her short blonde hair behind her ears and pressed her mouth on his cock until the shaft filled her throat. She swallowed, milking his cock. She slowly slid his cock in and out until he was nearly mad with lust. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and guided her to her back. He positioned himself between her willing legs and slid his manhood deep into her hot willing pussy.

She moaned. He moaned. The jaguar growled. For the next hour they made slow passionate love. Kari came multiple times. Paul finally released his seed when the exquisite torture proved to be too much. He collapsed on his new mate, their sweat slick bodies rubbing sensuously in the afterglow.

“We should get back, before the others come back and decide to come looking for us,” Paul stated.

Kari nodded. They got dressed and packed their small camp and headed inland toward the dig site. They didn’t need flashlights; Paul’s vision was perfectly capable of keeping them safe.

The pair of archeology students arrived back to a camp filled with laughter and music. The team was all back from town and had brought the festivities with them. Paul and Kari joined the group around the common campfire that was lit nearly every night. There were bottles of Guaro Cacique being passed from hand to hand, fueling the revelry. Some of the diggers added the Guaro to their cups of punch or Coca Cola to lessen the impact the ethyl alcohol had on their livers. Others took pulls from the bottle before passing it along.

One of the California Berkley students produced his guitar and was doing a passably fine job of a litany of Eagles and Beach Boys tunes. There were two couples dancing and the rest were laughing and carrying on. Paul and Kari joined them and it was a few minutes before their presence was noticed.

“Kari, let’s dance!” urged a stocky young man from Chicago by the name of Mike Tobbe. He had been one of Kari’s unsuccessful suitors.

She looked at Paul and he just smiled and nodded. Kari thought he would object, so his permission was a bit unexpected. Mike grabbed Kari by the waist and pulled her close, intent on rubbing against her. She got her hands between them, but kept smiling as she fought to keep her distance. She glanced at Paul, hoping he would intervene.

Instead Paul was amused by the ineffective flailing of Mike Tobbe. Paul’s eyes sparkled with his enjoyment. Kari is strong enough to handle Mike Tobbe, he thought. Suddenly the gap between the two dancers was wide enough that Kari could relax a bit and begin to move to the music. Mike attempted to grab her again but Kari was able to easily push his hands away and smile warmly.

“You’re a very good dancer,” she complimented her drunken companion. “You should dance with Leyla.”

Leyla Martinez was a very nice girl, but she was both socially awkward and remarkably unattractive. She was also Mike’s fellow student from University of Chicago and his digging partner. They could go days without speaking to one another. Mike had never considered her his equal or worthy of his respect or attention. The rest of the party knew that she was a much nicer person and a far better scientist than Mike Tobbe, but nobody wanted to partner with Mike Tobbe so they said nothing. Mike turned his attention to his partner. He left Kari to find Leyla, but Kari’s hand on his arm arrested his departure. He waited but didn’t turn.

“Ask her nicely Mike,” instructed Kari. “Be sweet to her. She’s really a lovely girl. Be worthy of her affection and she will blossom into such a beauty you will count your lucky stars she is yours.”

Mike nodded dumbly and continued on his way. Leyla was sitting with a couple of the other female student when Mike approached.

“Leyla,” Mike asked quietly. “Would you like to dance with me? Please?”

Had she not been sitting down when Mike asked her to dance she might have fallen down. The tone in his voice drew her to his feet.

“Of course I will Mike. I’d be glad to dance with you.”

She followed him to the dirt patch they used as a dance floor and the two drew close, she was molded against his body as they swayed to the music.

“Nicely done,” compliment Paul when Kari joined him.

“You were going to let him maul me, weren’t you?” she replied.

“Of course not. You were more than a match for him. He never got close. No harm will come to you Kari. Not ever.”

He didn’t promise or lie. Paul stated it as a matter of certain fact. Kari knew instinctively that it was true. Whatever had happened to them in that pit, they were changed forever.

As the party carried on, Paul and Kari slipped away. They weren’t drinking and the music of the guitar couldn’t hold a candle to the music of the universe. While in the darkness, they shared a long kiss and each went to their own sleeping quarters to get a good night’s sleep.

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