musical note on my authorship. I am greatly interested in writing, using secure manner. If you notice erroneous belief, delight feel free to point out. If on the early hired hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's poppycock. The peak of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life. We did triplet occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much Sir Thomas More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other woman, and she with former 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 screw what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounters with former men. I am bisexual, but did not secern her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my copulation with other women. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the chance never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German Shepard fucked a charwoman in the next way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a trey 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 glad fucking my wife, and did when he came over to see. She would stay home from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would make love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lifespan had become a minuscule repetitious though. Friends moved, and one died in a woodworking plane crash. 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 South Dakota was the main outcome in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with motorcycle. We had two bike. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the other handwriting, my wife, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the private road heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to stay fresh the rung side down and to practice prophylactic sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her delivery household any surprise. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD mammilla, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were felicitous to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would sound off about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had computer storage for her excess clothes, her makeup and a few surplus pairs of pantie and bra, and some other material in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't receive room for camping gear, they planned to bar in Santa Fe and ride out in the local anaesthetic vacation Inn, in two tell apart rooms, one for her, and one for the guy rope. Since they were Quaker, and not admirer, that was the programme. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not design any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as retard as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a little higher than the guy rope 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 happy hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Saint Nick Fe dark scene. Sara danced with each of the guy, but then noticed a tall, saturnine and handsome man, looking to be in his twenties and a native-American. She asked him to trip the light fantastic 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 start, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn't follow the usual way of life. His public figure was lavatory White River Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in intimate lore. Sara 's pastime was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't show up, to head on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any Leslie Townes Hope they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her paseo out the room access, wearing her sexy leathers and her rear end switching back and forth.

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

John the Evangelist said,"net ball go to my lodge."

Sara had visual modality of a room in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pick-me-up 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 trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Red Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface adult female. Though concerned, and thrall & dominance, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could cover anything but serious bodily impairment. She felt her warriorlike fine art preparation could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her range of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of dirt with an tall room access in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"gild ? A swither lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. whoremaster tossed a bucket of water on an already hot atomic pile 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 solitaire. `` Where is the majuscule native-American sex you promised me ? ``

'' When did I predict you that ? '' asked bathroom. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A small dark green cactus came out. `` But first we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' corporate trust me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in fog spiritual and early magical practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. Drink this and continue it down. I do n't feature any more right now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a Sudanese pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange impression of mental openness and clarity. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a high state of sexual fervor. Her next thought process was, `` At hold up, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then Gospel According to John started chanting, not touching ! At first, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her unspoiled coming ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD shit ! ``, she said, instill.

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, early than directly intimate contact, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

"nybble my pinna, and mold down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples look as direct sexual physical contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then kiss along my prickle,"Sara said."At first-class honours degree gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the pregnant chad above her butt crack. He drew circles around it with his clapper, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing forget me drug around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another climax. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty small. She liked big hammer, 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."tinker's dam, you've got a belittled peter,"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 sizing of the canoe. It's the way the paddler lilt the paddle."

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My phallus's this sizing for teaching purposes. 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 pocket-size, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."liquidity crisis 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 cunt cramped."She said."Kneel and stick the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscular tissue movement and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, press it out. The water shot out in a flow from the stalk and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I variety 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's breadth down between her labia and the inner backtalk of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussycat has never felt that tight before, but don't point. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying nothing, Saint John the Apostle substituted his penis for the finger's breadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

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

He stroked in and out slowly, being deliberate 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 ankles locked together. Every time he started to rip out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great ascendancy, this was very energise, and he decided to go with it, his member 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 semi vertical, with his genu under her legs, so he could support his weighting with his hired hand free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly vertical mammilla. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her boob into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipple, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to shape milk out of her breasts. This drove Sara over the brink, and her soundbox contorted in a tug just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain in the ass, the howler evoked by the power of the coming. John let this trigger his climax 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 sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficultness considering how taut her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant fellow member, but found it was almost petite."size of it is not the most authoritative affair in your lovemaking."He said."That is your back lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"Most of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain fully control of your eubstance, 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 psyche blowing coming. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The side by side morning time, the flame in the perspiration hostelry had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

"Why did you break up me to learn this stuff"asked Sara ?

"For a number of reasons ”, John said."first gear, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big breast, big rosehip and a pocket-size 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 think too very much of yourself. twenty percent, you danced well, which told me you would be serious in bed. sixth, you seemed smart enough to express a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."toilet said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your looks made my kitty wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"privy said."Now for your tierce deterrent example. Do you know how to hunt ?"

"A trivial, 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 take heed ?"

"My friend 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 friends. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may call myself and my people Amerindic, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know Amerind live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shot practice"

"Do you be intimate how to germinate a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in Girl Scout ingroup, and liked it enough to take it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound bows ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more powerful. I got mine off the internet, and a minuscule 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 priest-doctor's hunting vocal !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a game track and waiting motionless and silent for a identification number of hours, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the order 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 worthful skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penis"he asked.

"The bigger, the better. I'm a size queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you fuck what it's like to make an enormous phallus ?"He asked. That's our lesson for the nighttime.

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

That dark, John pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a music control stick, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the rear of her caput, not hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrase.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her branch. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very large member hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of it of egg."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big hammer, I didn't mean on me !"toilet said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big hawkshaw, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are beneficial looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own breast was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to gain down and pull her penis up to continue it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the retentive that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her scanty, and it felt really good to contact 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,"look at me"and gestured between his leg. trick 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 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 from ; they weren't there a arcminute ago."His tit got big and hard. The chest were a nice size for his chest, and made bigger by his with child pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a hired hand down to Gospel According to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was intemperate."well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her pantie off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the backtalk of John the Divine's kitty.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her cock into John the Divine's puss. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her shaft share way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would injure. 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 column inch then paused, to build up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her cock in the vagina, and at the Saame time, feel a heavy cock entering in her spook kitty. What an incredible aesthesis ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her member into King John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her specter vagina.

At the same clock 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 John Lackland had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did consume a uterus, and his chassis was the Lapp as a veritable cleaning 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 ghostwriter vagina felt really undecomposed, as did her very literal cock.

She rubbed her mamilla against John the Evangelist's. The tactile sensation of her mammilla and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the flavour of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the first metre that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the foremost clip he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of ejaculate into John's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that workplace ? When we go back to rule, 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 St. John the Apostle, and they both went to sleep.

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could think of her rooster sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the same clip, not as intense but illuminate as day. As can woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

"fountainhead, I really like bosom,"he said.

"So you were in dominance of the whole physical process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could find my pussy as well as my dick ?"She said.

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

"Glad for that. That penis might let killed a smaller girl,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even niggling women 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, private enough to skinny dip, but did not make love or even caress each former. Some of the metre they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than John the Divine ; outdoing him satisfied her free-enterprise nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a wide twist, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when diving, showed More braveness than skill, but turned out to be a prompt scholar and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a back flip with little difficulty from about 25 ft. gamy. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her hubby. She could hardly wait to call her husband and separate him what had happened so far.

That night, St. John fashioned a Kachina wench. This was a wizard totem, which he gave many of his ability, sort of a Swiss U. S. Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my mightiness, but use of this chick will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. regulate changing and some major power the whiten man would telephone Psi will be division 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 favourite phantasy ?"asked John the Divine.

Sara was a little reluctant to parade all her Weird opinion, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder one."I have always wanted to see two handsome guy suck and have intercourse each other."

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her physical structure was Male, and muscled with capital definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't modification, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."punter have a stern talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a turncock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kinship group 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 position, and drew it into his mouth. She had mountain of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 in down his penis. This didn't hurt 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 eyebrows"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making love to a woman, that attainment will be very handy"

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

"We'll look 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 firm 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 twist in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his member out, and took respective deep breathing space. She slid his phallus back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slid it down her throat until her lips were on the foundation of his penis. Just the tactile property of a phallus going down her throat to the bed of her neck excited her so often that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's penis up and down to stimulate her pharynx feel like a vagina, and toilet thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull out it out and stroke the irradiation until she could catch her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated St. John the Apostle until he came to an sexual climax in her throat, which excited her so very much that she got another erection. John Lackland, 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 farsighted penis while fucking his anus. She put the headway of his phallus in her mouth and ran her glossa around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John Lackland rapped his wooden leg around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more seed 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 want to try again, in the future tense,"Sara said.

After several daylight, and loads of stew, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, beginning and first of all, in the mind. The mescaline hadn't aroused her. Her first moment had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her get along without physical stimulation. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

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

"Now it's clip for you to go,"said Saint John. With that, they jumped in John Lackland's pickup truck 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 habitation nominal head, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to enjoin that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to concern and that Sara was likely to get up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and advert up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to occur .