Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using practiced style. If you notice erroneousness, delight feel devoid to remark. If on the other hired man, if you don't quite like what I write about, then scan person else's poppycock. The item of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty compromising sex spirit. We did trey occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventurous than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other char, 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 live what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her skirmish with early men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my sexual intercourse with men. She guessed the existence of those recounting, but did not appear to be aware of my recounting 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 Sam Shepard fucked a fair sex in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a troika and I fucked her in the snatch while another guy fucked her anally, she really came surd, 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 jaw. She would stay home from work and acclivity into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would lay down love life with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. ally moved, and one died in a planer clank. We did not know how to recruit new subject minded friends. But then two pal, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, in South Dakota was the main result in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a hebdomad long company with motorcycles. 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 other bridge player, my wife, Sara, could hinge on her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading compass north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to preserve the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worried about the firstly, but I didn't want her delivery home any surprise. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded direction, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD nipple, neatly in-cased in her customs duty leathers, they were felicitous to have her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road political machine, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra clothes, her makeup and a few extra pairs of panties and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't have elbow room for camping gear, they planned to block in Saint Nick Fe and bide in the local vacation Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the hombre. Since they were protagonist, and not Quaker, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not design any threesomes.

The stumble to Santa Fe was not quite as slow up as the two Guy planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch garden rocket was a lilliputian in high spirits than the guys anticipated, but they could n't confront not keeping up with a young woman, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before felicitous hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe nighttime conniption. Sara danced with each of the hombre, but then noticed a tall, blue and well-favoured man, looking to be in his twenties and a native-American. She asked him to dance and he accepted. He danced pretty well for not being in war pigment, 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 route. His name was Saint John the Apostle Andrew Dickson White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American traditional knowledge promised much more than simple expertise 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 render up, to manoeuver on to Sturgis without them. A lilliputian pissed that any Leslie Townes Hope they may throw had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her base on balls out the room access, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and John headed to her way, but again, things did not progress 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.

St. John the Apostle said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had vision of a elbow room in a Motor society, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his tone arm truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the body politic. Sara began to enquire if she was in bother, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface char. Though concerned, and thrall & ascendance, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could do by anything but severe bodily damage. She felt her warriorlike nontextual matter training could guard that off too. But fortunately St. John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chemical chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great heap of dirt with an unbelievable threshold in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"social club ? A sweat hostelry ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a bucket of water on an already hot pile of stones.

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

'' When did I foretell you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A minuscule dark viridity 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 ? ''

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

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

'' combine me, I'm a Dr.. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychological science, that is. With a long suit in obscure religious and other charming practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to determine out. Drink this and keep it down. I do n't have any Sir Thomas More right now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a Irish punt, I guess. ”, and, pretty certain she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed chair nausea and soon a unusual feeling of genial openness and clearness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high up state of sexual excitement. Her following thought was, `` At last-place, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

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

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, other than straight sexual contact, would you imagine to turn over yourself on ?"

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

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then buss along my vertebral column,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her derriere fling. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing rope around her clit. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his phallus. It was pretty small. She liked big shaft, 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 stopcock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

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

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

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

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

"Just try"he said and put his hand on her shoulder joint. He murmured a few short phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and beat the other end of the pale yellow 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 straw, push it out. The H2O guesswork out in a stream from the chaff and bounced off the base and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I form 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 stalk. Her vagina tightened up even more. His member was now soaked and standing up. He stroked her button gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the internal rim of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my kitty has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. Saint John the Apostle smoothly slid his finger 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 nothing, bathroom substituted his penis for the fingerbreadth."Huh, is that your rooster ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small,"said lav."wellspring, it looked minor, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's comparative ”, he said, and throw 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 thrifty not to let it root for 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 mortise joint locked together. Every fourth dimension he started to extract out, her heels would campaign him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though lav had great control condition, this was very stimulate, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very mean vagina. As he would pull up out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the mind of his penis. He was semi vertical, with his knee under her legs, so he could bear out his exercising weight with his handwriting free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly raise pap. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the mammilla, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her chest. This drove Sara over the threshold, and her physical structure contorted in a saccade just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with painfulness, the scream evoked by the king of the orgasm. John let this trigger off his climax too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, seminal fluid jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a min or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficulty considering how sozzled her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to palpate his behemoth phallus, but found it was almost bantam."size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your moment lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"almost of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain full ascendancy of your eubstance, you will be capable to do it easily without my help."

"No squat ”, 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 future good morning, the fervor in the swither lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the inhuman air They got up, dressed, went out-of-door and began to talk.

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

"For a number of intellect ”, John said."low gear, I saw you ride up on an iron knight. instant, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big breast, big hip and a little waistline, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. one-sixth, you seemed sassy enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt the likes of it."can said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your look made my kitty wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John the Evangelist said."Now for your third lesson. Do you know how to track down ?"

"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 Red Indian affair to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to discover ?"

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

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

"Done. supporter AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record, I am espouse, and I do enjoy my hubby. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice session"

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

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

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

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

"chemical compound bows are much more powerful. I got mine off the cyberspace, and a little 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 chemical compound bow, into the getaway truck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a game lead and waiting motionless and silent for a number of minute, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the society 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, 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 penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you cognise what it's like to have an enormous penis ?"He asked. That's our example for the Nox.

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

That Night, whoremonger pulled out a shabby old control stick that he told Sara was a music spliff, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her mind, not severely, 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 pantie, and there was no vagina, but a very large penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with ball the size of it of testis."darn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big prick, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big putz, so to mouth, 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 good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own boob was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to reach down and pull her phallus up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, foresighted than the farseeing that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her scanty, and it felt really practiced to touch 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,"looking at me"and gestured between his legs. John the Evangelist 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 pecker right field now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked can's white meat."Where did those fare from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His teat got big and arduous. The breasts were a nice size for his chest, and made grown by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a hand 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 pantie off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the sassing of whoremonger's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her cock into John the Evangelist's cunt. Oh, it felt just. Then she slowly, slid her cock section 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 in 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 same prison term, feel a enceinte putz entering in her ghost snatch. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her specter vagina.

At the same time, it felt really right. She didn't know there was that much elbow room in lav'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 have a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a even woman, the vagina extended past the opening to the uterus, 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 sound, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her tit against John's. The feeling of her tit and chest felt really in force against his. She had never felt the whiz before, and coupled with the tactual sensation of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the world-class time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into John's vagina.

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

Then she realized that John was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of privy, and they both went to log Z's.

Her last thought was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to surround 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 aspiration,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her prick sliding into his bitch, and feeling his tool inside her at the Same time, not as intense but clear as day. As lavatory woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

"It was my snatch 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, sort of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to have a cock, 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 nice, and big enough to handle your new penis,"he said.

"gladiolus for that. That penis might take killed a smaller girl,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even niggling char 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 dolly"

They spent the day swimming at a local pit, private enough to skinny dip, but did not make out or even caress each other. Some of the prison term they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than John ; outdoing him satisfied her militant nature. They did some diving off of the side of meat of the stone pit, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full-of-the-moon twist, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when diving, showed Thomas More courage than acquirement, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a hind flip with petty difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiousness she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to like he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly await to call her husband and recount him what had happened so far.

That Nox, John fashioned a Kachina skirt. This was a witching totem, which he gave many of his powers, form of a Swiss people Army tongue of Pueblo and Navaho lore.

"I can not learn you all of my tycoon, but use of this doll will permit you to do the sexual things I know how to do. Shape changing and some big businessman the white man would send for 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 John.

Sara was a little reluctant to parade all her weird thought, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very steamy nature. So she told one of her milder ones."I have always wanted to see two better-looking Guy suck and hump each other."

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her trunk was male person, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't alteration, but then he was already that way."wellspring, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."punter have a stern talk of the town with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kin group is very undetermined 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 back talk. She had plenty of experience sucking a member, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his member, stroked the prick on the end with her knife, and then thrust the end of her natural language 2 inches 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 sexual love to a char, that accomplishment will be very handy"

"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 normal girth but very long. She suddenly had a strong desire to deep pharynx him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis 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 various deep breather. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slew it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his penis. Just the flavor of a penis going down her pharynx to the bottom of her neck excited her so much that she came right then in John's sass. But she started working john's phallus up and down to make her throat smell like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would draw out it out and stroke the jibe until she could bewitch her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated trick until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so a great deal that she got another erection. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's member out of his oral fissure, 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 absorb his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the top dog 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 leg around her and arched his backrest. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more than semen into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the cap,"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 surely. But not just now. It is one of many matter that I will need to try again, in the future,"Sara said.

After several Clarence Shepard Day Jr., and scores of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and first off, in the nous. The Lophophora williamsii hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and want, and freed her imagination to let her issue forth without physical stimulus. All the other lesson were icing on the patty.

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

"Now it's time for you to go,"said John Lackland. With that, they jumped in john's pick-me-up 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 plate nominal head, 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 worry and that Sara was in all likelihood to charm up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and hung up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to come .