Notes on my penning. I am greatly interested in writing, using in force flair. If you notice errors, delight feel justify to comment. If on the former helping hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read mortal else's hooey. The point of what I am writing, is to be titillating, without the beguilement of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex lifetime. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other cleaning woman, and she with other men, but it was made more composite by the fact that although I was totally unaffected by green-eyed monster, 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 person, but did not distinguish her about my relation back with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my coition with early adult female. 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 show in which a German Shepard fucked a women in the next way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the compensate dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the twat 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 happy fucking my wife, and did when he came over to visit. She would stay home from study and climb into his bed after I left. She would then secern me about it when I got home and we would arrive at passion with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a minuscule repetitive though. booster moved, and one died in a plane clangor. We did not know how to recruit new open minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis Motorcycle rally, in Dixieland Dakota was the main result 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 wife, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next matter, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the drive heading North. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the troll side down and to exercise safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing domicile any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded means, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD knocker, 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 crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road car, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had reposition for her extra clothes, her constitution and a few extra pairs of panties and brassiere, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the hind end behind her. Since they did n't experience way for camping train, they planned to block in Santa Fe and stay in the local holiday Inn, in two separate way, one for her, and one for the guy rope. Since they were champion, and not FRIENDS, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The stumble to St. Nick Fe was not quite as slack as the two guy cable planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a little gamey than the guys anticipated, but they could n't present not keeping up with a lady friend, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe nighttime scene. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a tall, non-white and bountiful man, looking to be in his twenties 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 kickoff, there was only one way the talking could go, but it didn't follow the usual way of life. His name was john White eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in sexual lore. Sara 's pastime was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the cockcrow, but that if she did n't show up, to lead on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any hopes they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her manner of walking out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

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

John Lackland said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sensation of a elbow room in a Motor lodge, and immediately became a little more shake up. 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 hassle, remembering the many movie she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and slavery & dominance, not one of her ducky phantasy, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily harm. She felt her warlike graphics education could guard that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her mountain range of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great pitcher of dirt with an tall door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A sweat lodge ! Native-American usance ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. Saint John the Apostle tossed a bucket of water supply on an already hot atomic pile of stones.

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a diminished bag she had n't noticed before ... A diminished night green cactus came out. `` But initiatory we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' Trust me, I'm a medico. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychological science, that is. With a speciality in befog spiritual and other magical recitation, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to feel out. drink in this and keep it down. I do n't sustain any Thomas More properly now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a Syrian pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed hold in nausea and soon a strange feeling of genial openness and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a luxuriously state of sexual excitement. Her next thought was, `` At finale, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a tripper ! ``

But then Saint John started chanting, not touching ! At maiden, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her good orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some full motherfucker ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to learn. '' said whoremaster. 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's-breadth and then asked her,"What, other than place sexual impinging, would you conceive of to turn yourself on ?"

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

"Yes"he said.

"tinker's dam ! Then osculate along my thorn,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her back, harder and harder, until he got to the pregnant chad above her tooshie crack. He drew lot around it with his spit, which, strangely, drove her looney. It was almost as if he was drawing roach 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 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 small shaft,"she said. Not quite a courteous matter to say.

He didn't take offence."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 swings 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 member's this size for teaching use. You have Thomas More to learn."Then he pulled out a soda water drinking straw and a cup of weewee."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."clinch down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

"Just try"he said and put his script on her shoulder. He murmured a few shortstop phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."kneel and stick the former end of the husk in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the stubble, fight it out. The pee shot out in a stream from the chaff 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 stiff and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his digit down between her labia and the interior 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. John smoothly slid his finger's breadth into her vagina and poking it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you cohere it SO deep."Saying nix, lav substituted his member for the finger."Huh, is that your turncock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's congenator ”, he said, and stuff it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in deeply ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being heedful not to let it pull 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 legs, which were clinched around his back with the ankle joint locked together. Every time he started to pull out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had big control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very taut vagina. As he would pull out, he could experience her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his knees under her legs, so he could support his weighting with his hands free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly upright nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to lunge her breasts into his bridge player. He felt her mammary glands behind the mamilla, and took the touch, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work Milk out of her knocker. This drove Sara over the brink, and her torso contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the magnate of the climax. John let this actuate his coming too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as deep as it would go, ejaculate jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a mo or so, his penis started getting cushy, with some difficultness considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to sense his giant penis, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your second lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No shit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The next first light, the fire in the lather hostel had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the inhuman air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

"Why did you pick me to teach this hooey"asked Sara ?

"For a numeral of intellect ”, privy said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron knight. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, tierce, you had big titty, big pelvic girdle and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. quartern, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to opine too a good deal of yourself. twenty percent, you danced well, which told me you would be undecomposed in bed. Sixth, you seemed overbold enough to acquit 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 sort and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John Lackland said."Now for your third example. Do you love 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 Amerindian language thing to say,"said toilet,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My acquaintance know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to get a line. Are you my friend ?"

"I wouldn't have selected you if I didn't know we would be supporter. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may call myself and my people Amerind, but YOU, delight, address us native-Americans. We both know Amerindian language live in India."

"Done. Friend AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the disc, I am married, and I do bed my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool off with it."

Chapter 3

"shooting exercise"

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

"Yes, I learned in Girl talent scout camp, and liked it decent to withdraw 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 with a brawniness string,"she asked ?

"Compound obeisance are much more knock-down. I got mine off the internet, and a low 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 hours familiarizing Sara with a compound bow, into the pickup hand truck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a secret plan track and waiting motionless and silent for a number of time of day, after which Sara and John 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 attainment, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penis"he asked.

"The magnanimous, the safe. I'm a size queen."She said.

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

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

That night, lavatory pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medical specialty stick, heated the Lucy Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the rear of her header, not intemperately, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panty and down between her pegleg. She reached down into her pantie, and there was no vagina, but a very magnanimous penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with nut the size of it of orchis."tinker's dam, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big dick, I didn't mean value on me !"John said,"It's your bout to see what swinging a big gumshoe, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the hunting lodge."Wow, those are safe looking tits."Rapidly her phallus 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 take out her penis up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, farsighted than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really respectable to reach 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 Gospel According to John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his peg. 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 cock rightfield now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breast."Where did those follow from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and operose. The breasts were a nice size for his dresser, and made grownup by his gravid pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really dainty. She slid a hand down to bathroom's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was hard."fountainhead, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the oral cavity of John's puss.

"Careful, I don't suppose your penis will fit in there. It is very thick,"said John.

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

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

She pushed the big head teacher of her cock into privy's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her cock part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would suffer. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not accrue, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the stress. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her peter in the vagina, and at the Sami time, sense a prominent stopcock entering in her touch pussy. What an unbelievable sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same time, it felt really full. She didn't know there was that much way in bathroom's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a womb, but she knew that her member hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did ingest a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular woman, 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 spook vagina felt really salutary, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John Lackland's. The feeling of her nipples and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the genius before, and coupled with the feeling of her phallus in his vagina, it felt peachy. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a member, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the showtime time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into King John's vagina.

"Leslie Townes 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 John was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of bathroom, and they both went to sleep.

Her live intellection was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to smother him. It would be backbreaking to expl…"and she fell fast asleep.

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the same time, not as intense but unclutter as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that existent ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

"wellspring, I really like tits,"he said.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could sense my kitty-cat as well as my prick ?"She said.

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

"How does that exercise ?"said Sara.

"I linked our intimate feelings together, so that each of us could experience the former, sort of in the background knowledge, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to bear a cock, and the former was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

"How add up your pussy looked just like mine ?"She said.

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

"Glad for that. That member might take in killed a smaller girl,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little adult female have babies."

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not love or even fondle each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than John ; outdoing him satisfied her private-enterprise nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full twisting, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when dive, showed Sir Thomas More courage than acquirement, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a back flip with small difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiety 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 secern him what had happened so far.

That night, bathroom fashioned a Kachina wench. This was a sorcerous totem, which he gave many of his world power, sorting of a Swiss U. S. Army knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this wench will appropriate you to do the intimate things I know how to do. work changing and some big businessman the white 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 fantasies ?"asked trick.

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

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her torso was male, 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."wagerer have a stern talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a peter before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our tribe is very clear minded."

He reached down and grasped her penis. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 position, and drew it into his mouthpiece. She had plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his member, stroked the prick on the end with her spit, and then thrust the end of her spit 2 inches down his penis. This didn't distress 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 love to a woman."She said.

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a formula girth 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 throat, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a hint anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took various cryptical breaths. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slip it down her throat until her back talk were on the base of his penis. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the bum of her neck excited her so lots that she came right then in John Lackland's mouth. But she started working John's member up and down to wee her pharynx tactile property like a vagina, and trick thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would extract it out and stroke the light beam until she could see her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John Lackland, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his sassing, 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 long penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his stage around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting to a greater extent semen into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the cap,"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 John.

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

After several days, and tidy sum of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very initiative lesson she learned, whoremonger told her, was that, sex was, first-class honours degree and firstly, in the mind. The mezcal hadn't aroused her. Her anticipation had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her come without physical input. All the former lessons were icing on the patty.

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

"Now it's meter for you to go,"said lavatory. With that, they jumped in lavatory'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 base front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to assure that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was in all likelihood to catch 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.

More to come .