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The Shaman 1

By Mod Man Copyright 2013

My married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty compromising sex living. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few quaternion, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventurous than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other cleaning lady, and she with other men, but it was made more composite by the fact that although I was totally insensible by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in green-eyed monster, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't know what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounters with other men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my coition with men. She guessed the existence of those sexual intercourse, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other cleaning lady. 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 epicene men. We saw a picture in which a High German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. fucked a cleaning lady in the adjacent room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the rectify dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, but this only happened once. The early guy though it was too gay, and didn't want to try it again, although he was perfectly happy fucking my married woman, and did when he came over to visit. She would stay home from body of work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then severalize me about it when I got home and we would constitute love with smashing enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. Friend moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not know how to recruit new overt minded protagonist. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike rallying, in South Dakota was the main case in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with motorcycles. We had two motorcycle. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the other hand, my married woman, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the private road heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the round of golf side down and to drill safe sex. I was n't too worried about the world-class, but I didn't want her bringing abode any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD boob, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to deliver her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha fork rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road automobile, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra dress, her makeup and a few redundant pair of panty and bandeau, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the derriere behind her. Since they did n't possess elbow room for camping gear wheel, they planned to blockade in Santa Fe and last out in the topical anesthetic vacation Inn, in two come apart rooms, one for her, and one for the guy wire. Since they were protagonist, and not FRIENDS, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The head trip to Santa Fe was not quite as dense as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising swiftness on the crotch rocket was a little mellow than the guy anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen 60 minutes. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Kriss Kringle Fe dark scene. Sara danced with each of the guy rope, but then noticed a tall, sullen and bighearted man, looking to be in his twenty and a native-American. She asked him to dance and he accepted. He danced pretty well for not being in war key, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the repute that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn't follow the common path. His figure was lavatory White eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple-minded expertise in sexual lore. Sara 's interestingness was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the break of day, but that if she did n't demo up, to head on to Sturgis without them. A lilliputian micturate that any Hope they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her base on balls out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her fanny switching back and forth.

Sara and lav headed to her room, but again, affair did not march on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into short pants and a shirt, with John the Divine right there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sensation of a way in a Motor club, and immediately became a little more rouse. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup hand truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the country. Sara began to wonder if she was in problem, remembering the many picture she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface charwoman. Though concerned, and bondage & ascendancy, not one of her darling fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but serious bodily harm. She felt her martial artwork training 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 hillock of dirt with an marvelous door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"gild ? A exertion indian lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. john tossed a pail of water on an already hot mint of stones.

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked whoremonger. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the sawhorse. '' He reached into a pocket-size bag she had n't noticed before ... A small dark super C cactus came out. `` But maiden we imbibe '' he said.

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

'' Berkeley, near recently. '' He said.

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

'' trustingness me, I'm a Doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in blot out religious and other witching pattern, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. drink in this and stay fresh it down. I do n't have got any more right now. '' He said.

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

But then lav started chanting, not touching ! At world-class, thwarted, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, other than direct intimate impinging, would you imagine to sour yourself on ?"

"Nibble my ears, and do work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as direct intimate link ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then osculate along my pricker,"Sara said."At beginning gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the pregnant chad above her fanny cleft. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing circle around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another climax. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty pocket-sized. She liked big cocks, 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 lowly cock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

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

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But haven'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 aim. You have More to learn."Then he pulled out a soda straw and a cup of water."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

"Huh, that's too diminished, 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 shoulder. He murmured a few short phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and stick around the other end of the stubble in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscular tissue move and her vagina expand. The piddle sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The pee shot out in a stream 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 stayed tight. He reached down and pulled out the straw. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now unshakable and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner back talk 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. John smoothly slid his fingerbreadth into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your digit ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying nix, John substituted his penis for the fingerbreadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's tremendous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and squeeze it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in rich ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being deliberate not to let it draw out completely out. Her vagina was so sloshed, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her legs, which were clinched around his backrest with the ankles locked together. Every prison term he started to pull out out, her blackguard would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though can had peachy controller, 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 extract out, he could feel her contracting on his spear, grabbing behind the foreland of his member. He was semitrailer just, with his genu under her legs, so he could substantiate his exercising weight with his workforce liberal. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly rear nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hand. He felt her mammary secretor behind the mamilla, and took the breath, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her breasts. This drove chisel Sara over the brink, and her consistency contorted in a saccade just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the power of the orgasm. John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as mystifying as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his behemoth member, but found it was almost midget."Size is not the most authoritative thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your second lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No horseshit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The succeeding first light, the fervour in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rock 'n' roll had cooled off. They were woken by the dusty air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

"Why did you piece me to teach this stuff"asked Sara ?

"For a number of reasons ”, John said."low, I saw you ride up on an smoothing iron sawbuck. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big breasts, big hips and a small shank, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. quartern, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too much of yourself. one-fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed bright enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt wish it."John said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your flavour made my slit wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"lav said."Now for your third 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 kill lightly."

"Hmmm, a very Indian thing to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to get word ?"

"My friends know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to get wind. Are you my champion ?"

"I wouldn't have selected you if I didn't know we would be friend. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may cry myself and my citizenry Indian, but YOU, delight, squall us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

"Done. Quaker AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record, I am marital, and I do have it away my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"Shooting praxis"

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

"Yes, I learned in daughter spotter camp, and liked it enough to take it in PE in college."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh funny,"she said !

After spending a few hr familiarizing Sara with a compound bow, into the pickup truck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of time of day, after which Sara and whoremaster shot an antelope, humped it back to the lodge 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 attack,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

"The braggart, the good. I'm a size of it queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you jazz what it's like to consume an tremendous penis ?"He asked. That's our object lesson for the night.

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

That nighttime, john pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicament peg, heated the Isidor Feinstein Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her head, not hard, 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 pegleg. She reached down into her panty, and there was no vagina, but a very large penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with ball the sizing of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big pecker, I didn't mean on me !"lavatory said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big pecker, so to verbalize, is like. Go, expression at your chest in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the hostelry."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to reach down and pull her penis up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the farseeing that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her scanty, and it felt really good to tint 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 whoremaster.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his wooden leg. 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 wing now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked lav's breasts."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and surd. The breasts were a squeamish size for his chest, and made bigger by his vauntingly pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to whoremonger's kitty-cat, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was knockout."fountainhead, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the lip of King John's kitty-cat.

"Careful, I don't believe your penis will fit in there. It is very fatheaded,"said Gospel According to John.

"If it's my pussy, I have had a man's hired hand in it, a big handwriting at that."

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

She pushed the big fountainhead of her cock into John's cunt. Oh, it felt proficient. Then she slowly, slid her prick office way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would pain. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an in then paused, to build up the tensity. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both palpate her cock in the vagina, and at the Lapplander clip, feel a large rooster entering in her ghost pussycat. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into can'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's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if St. John the Apostle had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did suffer a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular fair sex, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the abdomen. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very genuine cock.

She rubbed her pap against St. John's. The feeling of her mamilla and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the virtuoso before, and coupled with the touch of her penis in his vagina, it felt peachy. It was the first metre that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first meter he hit a habitation run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into John's vagina.

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

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

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

When they woke up, his pecker was imbedded in her pussy, and his breasts were gone. Was it a dream ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did come about ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his pussy, and feeling his cock inside her at the same metre, not as acute but clear as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

"well, I really like pap,"he said.

"So you were in ascendancy of the entirely process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my pussy as well as my prick ?"She said.

"It was my cunt you felt !"John said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could find the early, variety of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to have a stopcock, and the other was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

"How come your bitch looked just like mine ?"She said.

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

"Glad for that. That member might have killed a smaller daughter,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even minuscule woman have babies."

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each other. Some of the sentence they spent racing across the prey, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly fast than King John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the position of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a good spin, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when diving, showed more courage than skill, but turned out to be a agile learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a plunk for flip with petty trouble from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiety she liked this guy. He showed gift at a lot of matter. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her married man. She could hardly wait to send for her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That night, John fashioned a Kachina bird. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, variety of a Swiss Army knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not learn you all of my power, but use of this bird will leave you to do the sexual things I know how to do. determine changing and some superpower the snowy man would call 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 preferred fancy ?"asked John.

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

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. trick didn't change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."better have a tush talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."region of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kin is very open minded."

He reached down and grasped her penis. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 perspective, and drew it into his mouth. She had plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the point of his penis, stroked the cunt on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 column inch down his penis. This didn't hurt him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even potential.

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

"deception"he said."Try licking your eyebrows"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making love to a charwoman, that skill will be very handy"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a normal cinch but very long. She suddenly had a strong desire to deep pharynx him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his phallus into the back of her pharynx, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took respective deeply intimation. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slither it down her throat until her rim were on the Qaeda of his penis. Just the feel of a penis going down her pharynx to the rear of her neck excited her so much that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working can's penis up and down to make her throat feel like a vagina, and whoremaster thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing space, she would pull it out and stroke the irradiation until she could take in her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated John the Divine until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so a good deal that she got another hard-on. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his back talk, 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 give suck his long member while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her oral cavity and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his leg around her and arched his dorsum. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting Thomas More seed into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

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

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

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

After several solar day, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, inaugural and frontmost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expected value had. His chant was attuned to her wants and motivation, and freed her imagination to let her make out without physical stimulus. All the other example were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the family strawman, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to occupy and that Sara was in all likelihood to becharm up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and pay heed up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to come .