The aftermath

The sheriff was not sad or disappointed. She was satisfied and fulfilled, but more importantly she still felt his spiritual presence and their connection deep within her soul. He had been real. Everything that had happened must have been real. A mere hallucination could not have been so emotionally impactful nor leave such a strong spiritual mark. But Mary was not physically alone either. She was lying on the familiar carpet; Smiling Beaver, Hung Like a Bear and Morning Wood were right beside her.

The sheriff might have been sexually and emotionally satisfied, but that did not mean she was tired. She was very much ready for more love making and her companions seemed to be aware of that. But first they offered her a drink, a smoke and even some snacks. Mary accepted it all gratefully; she was not tired, but she definitely was thirsty and eagerly consumed all the offered goods. No-one asked her about her recent experience, nor mentioned anything about The Spirit or whatever name the Indians had for him. Apparently that was the kind of private intimate thing which everyone respected, even if she was the first white woman who had undergone the ritual of friendship.

While Mary was resting her companions were not idle. The two men sat by her legs and rubbed some kind of lotion into them. It was Smiling Beaver who was the most active though. First she licked the remnants of The Spirit’s semen from the sheriff’s chest. She was diligent and did not miss a single drop, but she did not swallow it either. Instead she collected the semen in her mouth and then kissed Mary on the lips. During the kiss she pushed the cum into the other woman’s mouth; the sheriff eagerly accepted the gift. Smiling Beaver also took the same lotion and rubbed it into Mary’s large soft breasts. She did not miss the opportunity to play with them and caress the skin.

The rest of the Indians still surrounded them and the orgy seemed to be in full swing. Mary had not been shy to begin with and now she lost any remaining inhibitions. This was a ritual of friendship and there was no place for shame among friends. When the sheriff finished her drink and snack she joined the orgy. She made love to Smiling Beaver, Hung Like a Bear and Morning Wood in various possible combinations and they all brought each other to several orgasms. She was usually the one in the centre of attention and got double-penetrated twice. By the time the ritual ended it was late in the night, so Mary joined the Indians for sleep. The Spirit visited her again in her dreams. She was aware that physically he was not present, but the dream was very pleasant nevertheless. When she woke up she was still sexually fulfilled, but she could sense her arousal growing once again; just as she could feel her connection with The Spirit.

In the morning, after breakfast, the sheriff sealed the deal with the Indians. She was now a friend of the Wakacha tribe and they trusted her fully. She was determined not to breach that trust, not only because she was an honest lawful person. Mary also very much wanted to meet with The Spirit in person again and hoped that it would happen quickly. The sheriff noticed one more thing, her breasts seemed to be firmer. She was not a young girl anymore and her large boobs could not help but sag a bit with age. Today they seemed to be slightly higher and their skin was smoother. Whether it was the sex with The Spirit, the lotion which Smiling Beaver had used or a combination of factors, it was another reason to visit the Indians soon.