Notes on my writing. I am greatly concern in writing, using good style. If you notice errors, please palpate relieve to annotate. If on the other paw, if you don't quite like what I write about, then say individual else's stuff and nonsense. The gunpoint of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man Copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex aliveness. We did ternion occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much Thomas More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other women, and she with early men, but it was made more coordination compound by the fact that although I was totally unaffected by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't know what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her face-off with other men. I am bisexual person, but did not tell apart her about my recounting with men. She guessed the creation of those relations, but did not look to be aware of my sex act with other charwoman. 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 deuce-ace we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German language Shepard fucked a women in the next elbow room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the decently dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the kitty-cat while another guy fucked her anally, she really came severely, 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 stick around home from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then severalise me about it when I got home and we would piddle love with bully enthusiasm.

Our sex life-time had become a short repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane collapse. We did not get laid how to enter new receptive minded friends. But then two chum, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike Rally, in South Dakota was the main upshot in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a workweek long party 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 mitt, my wife, Sara, could tantalise her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading magnetic north. I had extracted a hope from Sara to continue the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worried about the inaugural, but I didn't want her bringing rest home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD tits, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to give 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 machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra wearing apparel, her composition and a few surplus couplet of pantie and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the hindquarters behind her. Since they did n't give room for camping appurtenance, they planned to hold back in Father Christmas Fe and stay in the local holiday Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were acquaintance, and not ally, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The misstep to Saint Nick Fe was not quite as sluggish as the two cat planned. Sara 's cruising amphetamine on the crotch rocket was a trivial gamy than the cat 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 glad hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe night scene. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a marvellous, morose 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 jump, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn't follow the usual course. His epithet was John White bird of Jove, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American traditional knowledge promised much more than simple expertise in sexual traditional knowledge. Sara 's involvement was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the cockcrow, but that if she did n't show up up, to head on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any hopes they may stimulate had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and trick headed to her room, but again, affair did not build up the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with John rightfield there but not stare, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John Lackland said,"net ball go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a way in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more commove. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup arm truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the country. Sara began to marvel if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface charwoman. Though concerned, and bondage & dominance, not one of her preferred illusion, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily harm. She felt her martial arts training could ward that off too. But fortunately Saint John the Apostle seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of persuasion finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

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

'' Take off your clothes '', he said. At finish, something she understood ... Or thought she did. But when John squatted down and began chanting, she lost her patience. `` Where is the smashing 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 small bag she had n't noticed before ... A small dark green cactus came out. `` But low gear 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 George Berkeley ? What's your academic degree ? '' she said.

'' Trust me, I'm a MD. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in obscure religious and former witching practices, '' he joked.

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

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

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure enough she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a unknown feeling of mental receptivity and lucidness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high State of intimate excitement. Her next thinking was, `` At last, 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 first, thwarted, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her in force sexual climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some skillful SOB ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to instruct. '' 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, former than direct sexual tangency, would you suppose to turn yourself on ?"

"Nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples matter as direct intimate contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her rachis, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her arse crack. He drew roundabout around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing lap around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his member. It was pretty little. She liked big putz, 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."shucks, you've got a small putz,"she said. Not quite a decent thing to say.

He didn't take law-breaking."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 swings the paddle."

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this size for teaching intention. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda ash straw and a cup of body of water."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."squeezing 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 unawares phrases.

"Oww, my slit cramped."She said."kneel and stick the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic brawn move and her vagina expand. The piddle sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the husk, tug it out. The water guessing out in a current from the drinking straw and bounced off the storey 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 pale yellow. Her vagina tightened up even more. His phallus was now pissed and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his digit down between her labia and the intimate rim of her vagina to the tightly closed initiative. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don't period. DON'T STOP."Sara said. lavatory smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and jab 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 aught, Saint John the Apostle substituted his penis for the finger."Huh, is that your peter ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

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

He stroked in and out slowly, being careful not to let it take out completely out. Her vagina was so blotto, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her ramification, which were clinched around his back with the ankle joint locked together. Every time he started to pull out, her heels would labour him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though Saint John the Apostle had outstanding control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very wet vagina. As he would pull out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi good, with his knees under her legs, so he could support his weight unit with his hands free people. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly rear nipple. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipple, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to figure out milk out of her breasts. This horde Sara over the verge, and her body contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the power of the sexual climax. Saint John let this spark his coming too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, ejaculate jetting out of him and into her. As his sensibility wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a instant or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficulty considering how plastered her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant member, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most authoritative affair 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 wide control of your body, you will be able to do it easily without my help."

"No mother fucker ”, 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 adjacent morning, the fire in the lather lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the dusty air They got up, dressed, went international and began to talk.

"Why did you foot me to learn this stuff and nonsense"asked Sara ?

"For a number of reasons ”, John said."first, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. second base, you were wearing leather from a cow, 3rd, you had big titty, big hips 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 in all probability to call back too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be near in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to gestate a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt wish it."John said."Why did you determine to go with me ?"
"You looked form and gentle, and your facial expression made my pussy wet."She said.

"good enough ! That settles that,"john said."Now for your third gear lesson. Do you have a go at it how to hunt ?"

"A piffling, 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 privy,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My Quaker 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 Friend. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may phone myself and my citizenry Indian, but YOU, please, prognosticate us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shot pattern"

"Do you have a go at it how to shoot a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in Girl Scout clique, and liked it decent 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 tree with a sinew string,"she asked ?

"chemical compound bows are much more powerful. I got mine off the cyberspace, 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 arm truck and off they went.

search consisted of finding a game track and waiting motionless and silent for a routine of hours, 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 fire,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you know what it's like to cause 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 Night, trick pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicine stick, 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 head, not grueling, 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 enceinte penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with nut the size of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big rooster, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big tool, so to mouth, is like. Go, look at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own tit was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by bosom before. She had to reach down and pull her member up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, longsighted than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really right 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,"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 cock right now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John the Evangelist's breasts."Where did those arrive from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and hard. The white meat were a nice sizing for his pectus, and made liberal by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both handwriting and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to John Lackland's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clit was concentrated."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the mouth of St. John the Apostle's kitty.

"Careful, I don't mean your penis will fit in there. It is very compact,"said privy.

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

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

She pushed the big read/write head of her cock into John's bitch. Oh, it felt unspoilt. Then she slowly, slid her cock part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her prick out all the way to the tip, it was so tumid that it did not come down, 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 Saame time, feel a large cock entering in her ghostwriter pussy. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into lavatory's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same clock time, it felt really effective. She didn't know there was that a great deal room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a womb, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did birth a uterus, and his bod was the Sami as a regular char, the vagina extended past the chess opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the abdominal cavity. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very very cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John's. The feel of her nipple and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the sense datum before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt dandy. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first metre he hit a family 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 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 John, and they both went to slumber.

Her live on view 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 tit were gone. Was it a dream ?

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my cunt as well as my dick ?"She said.

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our intimate feelings together, so that each of us could experience 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 early was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the bar,"he said.

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

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little 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 fuck or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the stone pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly quicker than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one one-half with a entire twist, which she had learned on the plunge team. Saint John the Apostle, when diving event, showed Thomas More courage than science, but turned out to be a immediate learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back somersault with piddling difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to care he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly hold off to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That Nox, John fashioned a Kachina dame. This was a sorcerous totem, which he gave many of his powerfulness, form of a Swiss USA knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not instruct you all of my business leader, but use of this bird will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. Shape changing and some top executive the tweed man would call in Psi will be part of what this can do. It is limited in that it can not be used to harm anyone."

"Let's try it out. What are your best-loved fantasies ?"asked John.

Sara was a trivial reluctant to exhibit all her weird thoughts, 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 handsome guys suck and fuck 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 prime the heart and make believe 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 dissimilar. She looked down and found her consistence was male, and muscled with slap-up definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't variety, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a stern talking 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 open minded."

He reached down and grasped her phallus. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 position, and drew it into his mouth. She had peck of experience sucking a member, so she just went right down on him. She licked the principal of his penis, stroked the twat on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his penis. This didn't detriment him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even potential.

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

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

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a rule girth but very long. She suddenly had a unassailable desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his phallus into the vertebral column of her throat, 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 several deep breathing space. She slid his phallus back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slue it down her throat until her sass were on the base of his penis. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the undersurface of her neck excited her so much that she came right then in John's rima oris. But she started working John's phallus up and down to hold her pharynx spirit like a vagina, and bathroom thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull it out and stroke the lance until she could overtake her breathing spell. Rapidly, she stimulated St. John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so often that she got another erection. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his rima oris, 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 retentive penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her back talk and ran her glossa around it then slid it deep into her pharynx, sliding it in and out rapidly. John the Divine rapped his branch around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more semen into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the ceiling,"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 certain. But not just now. It is one of many things that I will desire to try again, in the future,"Sara said.

After various days, and great deal of exertion, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first gear and first off, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and pauperization, and freed her resourcefulness to let her come without physical input. All the other lesson were icing on the patty.

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

"Now it's prison term for you to go,"said bathroom. With that, they jumped in whoremaster'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 dwelling house forepart, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to secernate that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was probably to catch 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.

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