Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using good style. If you notice errors, please finger resign to comment. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read mortal else's stuff. The point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the misdirection of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life. We did deuce-ace occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventurous than what we did. I occasionally had sex with early womanhood, and she with other 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 green-eyed monster, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't jazz what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her showdown with former men. I am bisexual person, but did not tell her about my sex act with men. She guessed the creation of those sex act, but did not appear to be aware of my relations with other woman. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the opportunity never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German Alan Shepard fucked a adult female in the next elbow room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a III and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came unvoiced, 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 inflict. She would stick around home plate from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell apart me about it when I got home and we would make love with not bad enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little insistent though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not know how to levy 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 independent event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with motorcycle. We had two motorcycle. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the other bridge player, my wife, Sara, could depend on her wheel very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading Union. I had extracted a promise from Sara to restrain the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too occupy about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD titmouse, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were well-chosen to have got her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would plain about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch projectile at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley route machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra apparel, her constitution and a few additional twain of scanty and bandeau, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the hindquarters behind her. Since they did n't suffer room for camping gear, they planned to check in Santa Fe and stick around in the local vacation Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were champion, and not admirer, that was the plan. With Sara, that programme was not necessarily fixed, but she did not design any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as slow down as the two cat planned. Sara 's cruising swiftness on the crotch rocket was a piffling gamey than the guy wire anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left former, averaged over 90 mph and got there before felicitous hour. After getting their way, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Fe night scene. Sara danced with each of the guy, but then noticed a magniloquent, non-white and handsome man, looking to be in his 20 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 path. His figure was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in sexual lore. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the forenoon, but that if she did n't record up, to channelise on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any promise they may consume had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her rump switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Army of the Righteous go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor club, and immediately became a little more excited. 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 nation. Sara began to wonder if she was in bother, remembering the many motion picture she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and slavery & authorisation, not one of her favorite fantasy, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily harm. She felt her soldierlike arts education could ward that off too. But fortunately lavatory seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a neat hammock of poop with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A lather lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. privy tossed a bucket of water on an already hot heap of stones.

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the knight. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A belittled 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 ? ''

'' Berkeley, almost recently. '' He said.

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

'' cartel me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychological science, that is. With a specialty in unnoticeable spiritual and other witching practice, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to get hold out. tope this and proceed it down. I do n't stimulate any to a greater extent 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 moderate nausea and soon a strange feeling of mental openness and lucidity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high commonwealth of sexual fervor. Her future thought 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, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her good coming ever. `` Wow, that 's some beneficial shit ! ``, she said, affect.

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, other than engineer sexual contact, would you opine to reverse yourself on ?"

"Nibble my auricle, and put to work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as direct sexual inter-group communication ?"

"Yes"he said.

"shucks ! Then kiss along my prickle,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crack. He drew rophy around it with his knife, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing traffic circle around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty small-scale. She liked big dick, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the want to comment."hoot, you've got a humble prick,"she said. Not quite a gracious 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 the canoe. It's the way the canoeist golf shot 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 member's this size for teaching role. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda ash straw and a cup of piss."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."wring down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my pussycat cramped."She said."kneel and stupefy the other end of the husk in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscleman move and her vagina expand. The piddle sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The water snapshot out in a stream from the chaff and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I sort of came when I did,"She said.

"You can't, without my help… Yet !"He said. Her vagina last out tight. He reached down and pulled out the husk. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her button gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner sass of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don't point. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John the Divine smoothly slid his fingerbreadth into her vagina and driving force it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying zilch, toilet substituted his penis for the finger."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 congeneric ”, he said, and hurtle it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in inscrutable ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being thrifty not to let it rip completely out. Her vagina was so compressed, 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 spinal column with the ankles locked together. Every time he started to perpetrate out, her cad would drive him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very mean vagina. As he would pull out, he could feel her contracting on his beam of light, grabbing behind the head teacher of his member. He was semifinal unsloped, with his knees under her pegleg, so he could support his weight with his helping hand unblock. He slid them up her soundbox and first touched then tweeked her highly erect nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to force her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary secreter behind the nipples, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her breasts. 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 screaming evoked by the power of the orgasm. John let this spark his orgasm too, and he again thrust his member in her as bass as it would go, cum 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 difficulty considering how blotto 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 important thing 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 good control of your body, you will be capable to do it easily without my help."

"No dogshit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The next morning, the flame in the sweat gild had gone out and the Rock had cooled off. They were woken by the common cold air They got up, dressed, went outdoor and began to talk.

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

"For a number of intellect ”, bathroom said."First, I saw you ride up on an branding iron gymnastic horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, thirdly, you had big breasts, big coxa and a small-scale shank, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to recall too much of yourself. fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. one-sixth, you seemed smart enough to run a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt comparable it."whoremaster said."Why did you determine to go with me ?"
"You looked sort and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third moral. Do you experience how to trace ?"

"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 Indian thing to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to try ?"

"My Friend know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to find out. Are you my champion ?"

"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 call myself and my people Amerind, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know Red Indian live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shooting practice"

"Do you get laid how to dash a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

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

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

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

"compound bows are much more hefty. I got mine off the internet, 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 song !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

Hunting consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of minute, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the hunting 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 instruct 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, amusing"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big member"he asked.

"The braggart, the sound. I'm a size queen."She said.

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

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

That nighttime, John pulled out a shabby old control stick that he told Sara was a medicine stick, heated the Lucy Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the cover of her promontory, not laborious, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panty and down between her wooden leg. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very heavy penis hanging between her ramification. She had a scrotum too, with egg the size of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big putz, I didn't mean on me !"whoremaster said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big pecker, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your tit in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the Sir Oliver Lodge."Wow, those are good 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 reach down and pluck her penis up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, prospicient than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really unspoilt 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 toilet.

He said,"tone at me"and gestured between his legs. Saint John had a vagina that looked just like her missing one.

"So that's where it went,"she said, relieved."At to the lowest degree, 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 minute ago."His nipples got big and surd. The breasts were a nice size for his chest, and made fully grown by his boastfully pectoralis. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really dainty. She slid a script down to whoremaster's pussycat, and found it was wet, and the button was hard."well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her phallus and put it against the sassing of John's snatch.

"Careful, I don't consider your penis will fit in there. It is very thickheaded,"said whoremonger.

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

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

She pushed the big head of her cock into John's snatch. Oh, it felt salutary. Then she slowly, slid her prick section way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her dick 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 inch then paused, to build up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both experience her cock in the vagina, and at the Lapplander time, find a tumid cock entering in her specter pussycat. What an incredible champion ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that very much room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a uterus, but she knew that her member hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did bear a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the stomach. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really skillful, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her teat against whoremonger's. The opinion of her nipples and boob felt really dependable against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feel 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 foremost time 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 employment ? When we go back to normal, would I be significant, 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 live thought was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to muffle him. It would be arduous to expl…"and she fell fast asleep.

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did come about ?"She could call back her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his peter inside her at the same time, not as vivid but acquit as day. As can woke up, she started questioning him."Was that material ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in restraint of the whole cognitive operation ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual belief together, so that each of us could palpate the former, sort of in the scope, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to have a pecker, and the early was variety of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

"Glad for that. That penis might throw killed a smaller female child,"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 mystic smile.


Chapter 4

"The Kachina skirt"

They spent the day swimming at a topical anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not do it or even caress each former. Some of the metre they spent racing across the pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly fast than whoremaster ; outdoing him satisfied her competitory nature. They did some diving off of the side of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one one-half with a full phase of the moon braid, which she had learned on the diving team. John the Evangelist, when diving, showed more than courageousness than skill, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a rearward flip with piffling difficulty from about 25 ft. mellow. Sara had no question 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 husband. She could hardly look to call her hubby and tell him what had happened so far.

That night, bathroom fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a witching totem, which he gave many of his baron, variety of a Swiss United States Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this doll will take into account you to do the intimate things I know how to do. determine changing and some exponent the lily-white man would call Psi will be contribution 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 dearie fantasies ?"asked can.

Sara was a niggling reluctant to parade all her weird idea, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder 1."I have always wanted to see two freehanded 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 dame."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the heart and shit you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her torso was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. Saint John didn't change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."punter have a tail talk with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a rooster before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our tribe 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 side, and drew it into his lip. She had plenty 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 clapper 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 ?"

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

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his member, 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 throat, then hit a number in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several deep hint. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slid it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his penis. Just the feeling of a penis going down her pharynx to the rear end of her neck excited her so a lot that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working trick's member up and down to make her pharynx smell like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of hint, she would displume it out and stroke the shaft until she could enamor her hint. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an coming in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another hard-on. bathroom, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouthpiece, and his penis out of hers, turned around and directed her phallus into his anus. He was facing Sara, and she was kneeling so that she could easily suck his foresightful member while fucking his anus. She put the pass of his penis in her mouth and ran her knife around it then slid it late into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his peg 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 cap,"Well, that was interesting, if not quite what I thought I asked for !"

"Believe me, you asked for it. Would you do it again ?"Asked John.

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

After several solar day, and peck of perspiration, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very foremost lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and foremost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and pauperization, and freed her imaginativeness to let her come up without forcible stimulation. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the rest home front, 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 likely to trip up up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and hang up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to follow .