Notes on my writing. I am greatly concerned in writing, using good style. If you notice errors, please feel loose to comment. If on the former hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read mortal else's stuff. The stop of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man Copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexile sex life. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much More adventurous than what we did. I occasionally had sex with early fair sex, and she with other men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally untouched by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't experience what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her skirmish with other men. I am bisexual person, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not appear to be aware of my coitus with early woman. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the opportunity never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a moving-picture show in which a German Shepard fucked a women in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the mightily dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a ternary and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, but this only happened once. The other guy though it was too gay, and didn't want to try it again, although he was perfectly well-chosen fucking my wife, and did when he came over to gossip. She would quell home from work and mount into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would take in love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex liveliness had become a piddling insistent though. admirer moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not make out how to enter new open minded ally. But then two pal, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the naive, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, in Confederate States of America Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long political party with bike. We had two motorcycles. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the former hired man, my wife, Sara, could ride her cycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading northwards. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worry about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprise. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD tit, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to birth her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would quetch about HER riding around on a Yamaha privates rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra clothes, her composition and a few extra brace of panties and brassiere, and some former material in a bag bungeed to the behind behind her. Since they did n't take room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Santa Claus Fe and rest in the local holiday Inn, in two fall apart rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not admirer, that was the design. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The stumble to Santa Fe was not quite as slow as the two guy rope planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a short high than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a young lady, so they left ahead of time, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe Nox scenery. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a improbable, moody and handsome man, looking to be in his twenty dollar bill and a native-American. She asked him to trip the light fantastic toe and he accepted. He danced pretty well for not being in war paint, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the reputation that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a outset, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn't follow the usual course. His name was whoremonger Andrew D. White eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much to a greater extent than round-eyed expertness in sexual lore. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't bear witness up, to head on to Sturgis without them. A minuscule pixilated that any hope they may deliver had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and privy headed to her room, but again, things did not get on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with John right there but not unadulterated, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John said,"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sensation of a room in a Motor club, and immediately became a little more agitate. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his pickup truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the nation. Sara began to wonder if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though come to, and slavery & ascendence, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but knockout bodily harm. She felt her martial artwork breeding could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of soil with an unconvincing door in it.

Chapter 2
The order

"society ? A sudor lodge ! Native-American usance ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John the Divine tossed a bucketful of water on an already hot mickle of stones.

'' Take off your apparel '', he said. At last, something she understood ... Or thought she did. But when bathroom squatted down and began chanting, she lost her patience. `` Where is the great native-American sex you promised me ? ``

'' When did I assure you that ? '' asked lav. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the cavalry. '' He reached into a low bag she had n't noticed before ... A small darkness viridity cactus came out. `` But first we imbibe '' he said.

'' Say '', she said, noticing a variety in the way he was talking, `` What 's up ? Where are you from ? ''

'' Berkeley, most recently. '' He said.

'' As in UC George Berkeley ? What's your degree ? '' she said.

'' combine me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychological science, that is. With a specialty in blot out spiritual and other witching practices, '' he joked.

`` What 's that all mean ? '' She said.

`` You 're about to retrieve out. Drink this and keep it down. I do n't consume any More flop now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty indisputable she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed soften sickness and soon a strange opinion of mental receptivity and lucidity. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a senior high state of sexual excitement. Her next idea was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then privy started chanting, not touching ! At first, disappoint, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her near climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some secure shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to discover. '' said john. He took off his breechcloth…"Breechcloth, where did he get that ? ’, Sara thought."He was wearing pants when we came in."

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, early than unmediated intimate inter-group communication, would you envisage to turn yourself on ?"

"Nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as point sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then kiss along my back,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her back, harder and harder, until he got to the dimpled chad above her butt crack. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing set around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty small. She liked big stopcock, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the need to comment."Damn, you've got a belittled pecker,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

He didn't take offense."It can be any size of it I want it to."He said mysteriously,"But it isn't the size of the canoe. It's the way the paddler vacillation the paddle."

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But harbor't I heard something like the canoe thing before ?"

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this size for teaching intent. You have Thomas More to learn."Then he pulled out a pop wheat and a cup of piss."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

"Huh, that's too small, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."Squeeze down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

"Just try"he said and put his hand on her berm. He murmured a few brusk phrases.

"Oww, my kitty cramped."She said."kneel and hold fast the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic sinew move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The water guessing out in a current from the straw and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I sort of came when I did,"She said.

"You can't, without my help… Yet !"He said. Her vagina persist tight. He reached down and pulled out the straw. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now unbendable and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner lips of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. St. John the Apostle smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you adhere it SO deep."Saying zilch, John substituted his phallus for the finger."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small,"said John."Well, it looked lowly, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's proportional ”, he said, and thrust it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in trench ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being heedful not to let it draw completely out. Her vagina was so tight, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her leg, which were clinched around his back with the ankles locked together. Every fourth dimension he started to force out, her heels would advertise him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was articulated lorry upright, with his knee joint under her legs, so he could support his system of weights with his hands free. He slid them up her organic structure and first touched then tweeked her highly erect pap. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the mamilla, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work on Milk River out of her bosom. This swarm Sara over the brink, and her consistence contorted in a jolt just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with nuisance, the scream evoked by the power of the sexual climax. King John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitiveness wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his member started getting gentle, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to experience his whale member, but found it was almost midget."Size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your back lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"near of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain full mastery of your body, you will be able to do it easily without my help."

"No SOB ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

Relaxed by the absolutely judgment blowing coming. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The next morning time, the fire in the swither lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went exterior and began to talk.

"Why did you pick me to instruct this stuff and nonsense"asked Sara ?

"For a numeral of ground ”, John said."beginning, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big tit, big hips and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. one-fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to conceive too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be dependable in bed. Sixth, you seemed ache enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."John said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your flavor made my cunt wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"King John said."Now for your third gear lesson. Do you know how to hunt ?"

"A little, but I believe in eating what you kill, and respecting what you eat, so that you don't putting to death lightly."

"Hmmm, a very Amerind thing to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to take heed ?"

"My friends know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to hear. Are you my protagonist ?"

"I wouldn't have selected you if I didn't know we would be friends. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may promise myself and my people Red Indian, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

"Done. Friends AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record book, I am married, and I do love my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice"

"Do you know how to shoot a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in girl Scout camp, and liked it plenty to accept it in PE in college."

"Do you know about chemical compound prow ? He asked.

"Huh, You mean that you don't use a handmade bow made of Birch with a heftiness string,"she asked ?

"chemical compound bows are much more powerful. I got mine off the net, and a smaller one too for you."

"How did you know I was going to be here,"she asked ?

"I AM a priest-doctor, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the priest-doctor's hunting song !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

After spending a few hours familiarizing Sara with a chemical compound bow, into the pick-me-up motortruck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and privy shot an antelope, humped it back to the club and cleaned it."What about hunting season ?"She said.

"We're on the rez."was all he said.

"What was this supposed to teach me ?"she said.

"Staying motionless and silent is always a valuable skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

She whacked him on the arm."Oh, funny"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

After they ate Antelope cooked over an open fire,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

"The bigger, the sound. I'm a sizing queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you have sex what it's like to have an enormous member ?"He asked. That's our deterrent example for the night.

"Hmmm, what's he getting at ?"she thought, but didn't say anything.

That night, John the Evangelist pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicament peg, heated the endocarp back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her heading, not unvoiced, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very prominent penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testis the size of ballock."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big hammer, I didn't mean on me !"trick said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big tool, so to speak, is like. Go, feeling at your bosom in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own pap was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by bosom before. She had to contact down and pull out her phallus up to retain it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her step-in, and it felt really good to bear on it. But as sexy as she saw herself in the mirror, obviously, she couldn't fuck herself, and she had no vagina. She said something to John.

He said,"smell at me"and gestured between his legs. John had a vagina that looked just like her missing one.

"So that's where it went,"she said, relieved."At least, it's not lost forever ! And since I have this big shaft right now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breasts."Where did those come in from ; they weren't there a mo ago."His teat got big and heavy. The breasts were a dainty size for his chest, and made expectant by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both men and they felt really nice. She slid a bridge player down to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was hard."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panty off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the back talk of John's pussy.

"Careful, I don't consider your member will fit in there. It is very midst,"said trick.

"If it's my cunt, I have had a man's manus in it, a big hand at that."

"wellspring then, go for it, it's your vagina, after all."

She pushed the big school principal of her rooster into John's snatch. Oh, it felt skilful. Then she slowly, slid her shaft part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would offend. She pulled her hammer out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not decrease, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to progress up the tautness. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her peter in the vagina, and at the same time, sense a turgid cock entering in her shade pussy. What an incredible virtuoso ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her member into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the Sami time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much room in John the Divine's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did let a womb, and his anatomy was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the possible action to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the venter. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very actual cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John's. The feeling of her nipples and breasts felt really in force against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feel of her penis in his vagina, it felt bang-up. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the inaugural time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of cum into John's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that work ? When we go back to normal, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

Then she realized that bathroom was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of John the Divine, and they both went to slumber.

Her cobbler's last thought was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to smother him. It would be concentrated to expl…"and she fell fast asleep.

When they woke up, his turncock was imbedded in her kitty-cat, and his breasts were gone. Was it a dream ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her hammer sliding into his bitch, and feeling his cock inside her at the Same metre, not as intense but crystalize as day. As King John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that really ?"

"Yes,"he said.

"How come we both had bosom ?"She said.

"Well, I really like mammilla,"he said.

"So you were in ascendence of the unharmed process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could palpate my pussy as well as my cock ?"She said.

"It was my snatch you felt !"King John said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual flavour together, so that each of us could finger the other, sort of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to feature a cock, and the other was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the bar,"he said.

"How follow your slit looked just like mine ?"She said.

"It was yours. I just borrowed it, since it was really nice, and big enough to care your new phallus,"he said.

"gladiola for that. That penis might have killed a smaller daughter,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even petty cleaning lady have babies."

"That was REALLY hot. Where do we go next ?"She said.

"I have some plans."He said with a mysterious smile.


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, secret enough to skinny dip, but did not lie with or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the fair game, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly dissolute than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some dive off of the position of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full twisting, which she had learned on the diving team. whoremonger, when diving, showed more courage than skill, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a support flip with little trouble from about 25 ft. eminent. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That Nox, John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sorting of a Swiss people US Army knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my big businessman, but use of this dame will leave you to do the sexual matter I know how to do. Shape changing and some king the Stanford White man would call in Psi will be part of what this can do. It is limited in that it can not be used to harm anyone."

"Let's try it out. What are your ducky fantasies ?"asked John.

Sara was a little loth to parade all her weird thoughts, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder single."I have always wanted to see two liberal guys suck and fuck each other."

"I can do that"said John."Hold the dame with me and visualize what you want."

They grasped the doll."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the heart and make you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her trunk was virile, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a nates public lecture with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."voice of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our kindred is very unfold minded."

He reached down and grasped her penis. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 placement, and drew it into his lip. She had plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the promontory of his member, stroked the slit on the end with her knife, and then thrust the end of her lingua 2 column inch down his phallus. This didn't harm him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

So she asked,"How could I do that ?"

"Magic"he said."Try licking your eyebrow"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making love to a woman, that skill will be very ready to hand"

"I've never made passion to a woman."She said.

"We'll expression into that."He said.

She went back to sucking on his phallus, which she noticed was now a normal girth but very long. She suddenly had a strong desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the back of her throat, then hit a go in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breathing spell anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several deep breathing spell. She slid his member back into her pharynx, straightened out her neck and slid it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his penis. Just the feel of a phallus going down her throat to the bottom of her neck excited her so a lot that she came right then in King John's sassing. But she started working John's penis up and down to shit her throat feel like a vagina, and St. John the Apostle thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of intimation, she would perpetrate it out and stroke the scape until she could enchant her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated lavatory until he came to an sexual climax in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erecting. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his oral cavity, and his penis out of hers, turned around and directed her penis into his anus. He was facing Sara, and she was kneeling so that she could easily suck his tenacious penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his phallus in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. whoremonger rapped his legs around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more semen into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the ceiling,"wellspring, that was interesting, if not quite what I thought I asked for !"

"Believe me, you asked for it. Would you do it again ?"Asked John.

"Yes, for sure. But not just now. It is one of many things that I will desire to try again, in the future,"Sara said.

After several 24-hour interval, and great deal of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very number 1 lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and foremost, in the idea. The Lophophora williamsii hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her come in without physical stimulation. All the early lessons were icing on the cake.

"But fun, John, lot of fun,"said Sara.

"Now it's metre for you to go,"said King John. With that, they jumped in John's pickup and went back to the hotel. Sara's motorcycle was still there, and John smiled and waved as she rode out of Santa Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to distinguish that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was likely to trance up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and fall up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

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