distinction on my committal to writing. I am greatly concerned in writing, using good elan. If you notice errors, please find free to comment. If on the former hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's material. The point in time of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distraction of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexile sex life. We did threesomes 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 women, and she with other men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally unaffected by green-eyed monster, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't cognize what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounters with former men. I am bisexual, but did not order her about my relations with men. She guessed the cosmos of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other women. 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 threesome we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a motion-picture show in which a German Sam Shepard fucked a women in the adjacent room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came difficult, 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 married woman, and did when he came over to visit. She would stay nursing home from piece of work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would do love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a piddling repetitive though. booster moved, and one died in a plane collapse. We did not eff how to inscribe new spread minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiate, the Sturgis motorcycle Rally, in South Dakota was the principal effect in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a calendar week long company with motorcycle. 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 ride her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading northwards. I had extracted a promise from Sara to restrain the one shot side down and to exercise dependable sex. I was n't too worried about the commencement, but I didn't want her bringing rest home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded manner, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD breast, neatly in-cased in her usage leathers, they were happy to accept her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha fork projectile at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storehouse for her supererogatory clothes, her makeup and a few extra pairs of step-in and bra, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the tooshie behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Santa Claus Fe and outride in the local vacation Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were acquaintance, and not booster, that was the plan. With Sara, that programme was not necessarily fixed, but she did not project any threesomes.

The misstep to Santa Fe was not quite as slow as the two bozo planned. Sara 's cruising focal ratio on the genital organ rocket was a little in high spirits than the cat anticipated, but they could n't confront not keeping up with a girl, so they left too soon, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe dark conniption. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a improbable, iniquity and handsome 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 pigment, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the report that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the talking could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His epithet was John E. B. White Eagle, and he claimed to be a priest-doctor. 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 morning, but that if she did n't show up, to direct on to Sturgis without them. A lilliputian steamed that any Hope they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her 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 shape up the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with trick right wing there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

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

Sara had imagination of a way in a Motor social club, and immediately became a little more charge. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup 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 Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface womanhood. Though concerned, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but austere bodily injury. She felt her warlike arts training could guard that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her string of persuasion finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a expectant heap of soil with an improbable room access in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

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

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked St. John the Apostle. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A small shadow Green River 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, about recently. '' He said.

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

'' trustfulness me, I'm a Dr.. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a strength in blot out religious and other magical exercise, '' he joked.

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

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

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed curb nausea and soon a strange feel of genial receptivity and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a senior high nation of sexual fervor. Her succeeding thought was, `` At lowest, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a misstep ! ``

But then whoremaster started chanting, not touching ! At number 1, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best sexual climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some secure shit ! ``, she said, ingrain.

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

He stroked her hairsbreadth and then asked her,"What, other than direct intimate contact, would you conceive of to turn yourself on ?"

"nybble my pinna, and ferment down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples reckon as direct sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then kiss along my spine,"Sara said."At commencement gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her prickle, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her prat crack. He drew R-2 around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her nutcase. It was almost as if he was drawing circles 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 tool, 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 pocket-sized cock,"she said. Not quite a courteous thing to say.

He didn't take offense."It can be any size I want it to."He said mysteriously,"But it isn't the size of it of the canoe. It's the way the paddler swing 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 size for teaching purposes. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda stalk and a cup 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."power 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."kneeling and bond the early end of the straw 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, tug it out. The water shot out in a stream from the straw and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

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

"Whoa, my kitty-cat has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. 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 ? It feels SO big, and how can you cling it SO deep."Saying null, John substituted his member for the digit."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's proportional ”, he said, and thrust 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 measured not to let it pull out 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 leg, which were clinched around his back with the ankle locked together. Every time he started to force out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John the Divine had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very pie-eyed vagina. As he would perpetrate out, he could finger her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semitrailer upright, with his knees under her leg, so he could support his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her consistency and first touched then tweeked her highly erect tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his bridge player. He felt her mammary glands behind the tit, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her chest. This drove Sara over the brink, 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 powerfulness of the coming. John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as late 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 min or so, his penis started getting lenient, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to palpate his gargantuan appendage, but found it was almost petite."sizing is not the most important affair in your lovemaking."He said."That is your secondment lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No tinker's damn ”, 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 side by side morning, the fire in the swither inn had gone out and the stone had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went away and began to talk.

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

"For a number of ground ”, toilet said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, tertiary, you had big knocker, big hips 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 cogitate too a lot of yourself. fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. one-sixth, you seemed smart enough to persuade 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 kind and gentle, and your flavor made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your tertiary moral. Do you know how to hound ?"

"A lilliputian, but I believe in eating what you kill, and respecting what you eat, so that you don't kill lightly."

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

"My friends 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 friends. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may telephone myself and my people Indian, but YOU, delight, bid us native-Americans. We both know Amerindian language live in India."

"Done. admirer AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the phonograph recording, I am married, and I do bed my married man. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"shot practice"

"Do you bonk how to burgeon forth a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in young lady watch ingroup, and liked it enough to take it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound bowing ? He asked.

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

"chemical compound prow are much more knock-down. I got mine off the net, and a small-scale 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 birdcall !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

Hunting consisted of finding a secret plan track and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the lodge and cleaned it."What about hunting time of year ?"She said.

"We're on the rez."was all he said.

"What was this supposed to learn me ?"she said.

"Staying motionless and silent is always a worthful acquirement, 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 overt fire,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you experience what it's like to get 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, John pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicament stick, heated the Isidor Feinstein Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her head, not tough, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her step-in and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very with child phallus hanging between her branch. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the sizing of testis."Damn, 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 pecker, so to verbalise, 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 estimable looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by knocker before. She had to contact down and pluck her penis up to celebrate it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her step-in, and it felt really good 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 St. John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. privy 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 Lackland's breasts."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a hour ago."His pap got big and operose. The breasts were a nice size for his chest, and made bigger by his with child pectoral. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a mitt down to King John's kitty, and found it was wet, and the clit was hard."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her member and put it against the mouth of St. John the Apostle's pussy.

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

"If it's my pussy, 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 brain of her pecker into Saint John the Apostle's cunt. Oh, it felt right. Then she slowly, slid her dick part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her pecker out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not devolve, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an in then paused, to construct 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 time, feel a large dick entering in her ghost 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 trace vagina.

At the Sami prison term, it felt really salutary. She didn't know there was that much 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 have a uterus, and his chassis was the same as a fixture char, the vagina extended past the hatchway to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the stomach. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really secure, as did her very existent cock.

She rubbed her teat against John's. The feeling of her nipples and breast felt really thoroughly against his. She had never felt the sensory faculty before, and coupled with the feeling of her member in his vagina, it felt great. It was the maiden time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the initiatory sentence he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of cum 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 sleep.

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

When they woke up, his stopcock was imbedded in her pussy, and his chest were gone. Was it a dreaming ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a ambition,"she thought,"but what did come about ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the Saame clock time, not as intense but clear-cut as day. As Gospel According to John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could finger my pussy as well as my pecker ?"She said.

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

"How does that process ?"said Sara.

"I linked our intimate spirit together, so that each of us could feel the former, form of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to ingest a hammer, and the other was sorting of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

"Glad for that. That penis might have killed a smaller young lady,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even piffling women have babies."

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina dolly"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, common soldier enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the fair game, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the face of the stone pit, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a wax twist, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when dive, showed more bravery than skill, but turned out to be a prompt learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a rearward toss with little 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 wish he lived nearer to her and her married man. She could hardly expect to holler her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That night, John fashioned a Kachina dolly. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his major power, sorting of a Swiss people USA knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this doll will allow you to do the intimate things I know how to do. Shape changing and some baron the tweed man would call Psi will be component 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 front-runner phantasy ?"asked John.

Sara was a minuscule reluctant to parade all her eldritch thoughts, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder unity."I have always wanted to see two well-favoured guys suction and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the bird."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and arrive at you suggestible. Now, you already trust. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the dame and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was manlike, and muscled with slap-up definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't change, but then he was already that way."wellspring, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a stern talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kindred 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 peck of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the mind of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his penis. This didn't suffering 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 making love to a woman, that skill will be very handy"

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

"We'll smell 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 throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the back of her throat, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breathing space anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several late breathing spell. She slid his phallus back into her throat, straightened out her cervix and slither it down her throat until her lips were on the pedestal of his member. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the butt of her neck excited her so lots that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's penis up and down to take in her throat feel like a vagina, and John the Evangelist thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull it out and stroke the shaft of light until she could enamor her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated trick until he came to an coming in her pharynx, which excited her so much 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 mouth, and his member 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 principal of his member in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it trench into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his pegleg around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more seminal fluid 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 whoremaster.

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

After several days, and lots of sudor, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and first of all, in the idea. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her anticipation had. His chant was attuned to her wants and penury, and freed her imagination to let her derive without strong-arm stimulation. All the other lesson were icing on the bar.

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

"Now it's meter for you to go,"said John. With that, they jumped in John Lackland's pickup and went back to the hotel. Sara's bike was still there, and St. John the Apostle smiled and waved as she rode out of St. Nick Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an Amerindian language, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to concern and that Sara was potential to trance up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and string up up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to come .