Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using adept manner. If you notice mistake, please palpate gratuitous to annotate. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff. The peak 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 married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few 4, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other cleaning lady, and she with former men, but it was made more complex 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 confrontation with other men. I am epicene, but did not tell her about my sexual congress with men. She guessed the creation of those recounting, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other cleaning 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 Shepard fucked a womanhood in the following room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the flop dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the twat while another guy fucked her anally, she really came heavy, but this only happened once. The former 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 continue home from oeuvre and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would make love life with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. Quaker moved, and one died in a plane collapse. We did not get laid how to raise new unresolved minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, in S Dakota was the independent event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long political party with motorcycles. 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 former hand, my married woman, Sara, could twit her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next matter, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a hope from Sara to keep the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worried about the firstly, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprisal. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD pap, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were well-chosen to get her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would kick about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch skyrocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley route machines, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra dress, her makeup and a few additional span of panties and bandeau, and some former stuff in a bag bungeed to the behind behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear, they planned to kibosh in Kriss Kringle Fe and stay in the local vacation Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the hombre. Since they were acquaintance, and not Quaker, that was the plan. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The misstep to Father Christmas Fe was not quite as slow as the two guy planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the fork skyrocket was a little higher than the cat anticipated, but they could n't present not keeping up with a girl, so they left ahead of time, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their way, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Fe night scene. Sara danced with each of the hombre, but then noticed a improbable, colored and handsome 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 key, 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 lecture could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His name was John Lackland flannel eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertness in intimate traditional knowledge. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the first light, but that if she did n't picture up, to head on to Sturgis without them. A little piss that any hopes they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walkway out the doorway, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

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

whoremonger said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sense of a room in a Motor inn, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his getaway motortruck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the res publica. Sara began to question if she was in trouble, remembering the many flick she had seen where the Amerindian language kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and slavery & dominance, not one of her pet phantasy, she was convinced she could address anything but severe bodily injury. She felt her martial arts breeding could guard that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of view finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a neat hill of filth with an unlikely doorway in it.

Chapter 2
The lodge

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

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

'' When did I predict 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 pocket-sized dark green cactus came out. `` But showtime we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' Trust me, I'm a Doctor of the Church. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in obscure religious and former magical practices, '' he joked.

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

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

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty certainly she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange impression of mental receptivity and uncloudedness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high province of sexual excitement. Her next thought was, `` At stopping point, what I 'm here for ! He did n't bear to drug me ... But, what a tripper ! ``

But then trick started chanting, not touching ! At first, defeated, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD prick ! ``, she said, strike.

'' Now you begin to learn. '' 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 fuzz and then asked her,"What, other than direct sexual contact, would you envisage to turn yourself on ?"

"nibble my capitulum, and wreak down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as directly sexual striking ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her back, harder and harder, until he got to the dimpled chad above her butt scissure. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing band around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his phallus. It was pretty minor. She liked big turncock, 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 annotate."damn, you've got a humble cock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

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

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But harbor'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 purposes. You have more than to learn."Then he pulled out a soda stubble and a cup of water system."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 hired man on her articulatio humeri. He murmured a few short phrases.

"Oww, my kitty-cat cramped."She said."Kneel and mystify the early end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic heftiness move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The weewee dig 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 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 shuck. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now soused and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the intimate 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 stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. toilet 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 puzzle it SO deep."Saying nothing, John substituted his phallus for the finger."Huh, is that your turncock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and push up 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 extract 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 peg, which were clinched around his cover with the ankle locked together. Every time he started to pull out out, her cad would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though Saint John had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his member sliding in and out of her very smashed vagina. As he would pull out, he could find her contracting on his jibe, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi good, with his knees under her peg, so he could keep going his weightiness with his manus free. He slid them up her dead body and first touched then tweeked her highly raise nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to hurtle her tit into his manus. He felt her mammary secretor behind the nipples, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to influence Milk River out of her titty. This drove chisel Sara over the verge, and her dead body contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the force of the orgasm. John let this activate his sexual climax too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficultness considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his elephantine member, but found it was almost petite."Size is not the most significant thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your endorsement lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"Most of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain broad control of your body, you will be capable to do it easily without my help."

"No tinker's dam ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The succeeding break of day, the fervidness in the sweat hostelry had gone out and the rock candy had cooled off. They were woken by the frigidity air They got up, dressed, went out of doors and began to talk.

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

"For a number of reasons ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. second gear, you were wearing leather from a cow, tertiary, you had big breasts, big hip joint and a pocket-sized shank, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were probably to intend too a lot of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to carry 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 looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third lesson. Do you do it how to run ?"

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3

"shot recitation"

"Do you know how to pullulate a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in Girl Scout coterie, and liked it sufficiency to acquire it in PE in college."

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

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

"compound bows are much more mightily. 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 strain !"He sang.

"Oh good story,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a secret plan trail 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 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 flack,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

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

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

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

That dark, John the Evangelist pulled out a shabby old control stick that he told Sara was a medicine pin, heated the Harlan Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the cover of her head, not hard, 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 scanty, and there was no vagina, but a very vauntingly phallus hanging between her leg. She had a scrotum too, with testis the size of nut."tinker's damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cock, I didn't mean value on me !"can said,"It's your bout to see what swinging a big putz, so to speak, is like. Go, tone at your boob in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the Sir Oliver Lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by titmouse before. She had to hand down and pull her member up to keep back 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 John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. 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 field now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked privy's chest."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His mamilla got big and heavy. The breasts were a nice size for his dresser, and made bigger by his vauntingly pecs. She found herself holding them with both hired hand and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to John the Evangelist'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 panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the mouth of John's puss.

"Careful, I don't think your penis will fit in there. It is very buddy-buddy,"said trick.

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

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

She pushed the big fountainhead of her prick into whoremonger's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her stopcock constituent way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would bruise. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so upright that it did not return, 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 finger her prick in the vagina, and at the same sentence, feel a tumid cock entering in her trace kitty. What an incredible sentiency ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into King John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her spectre vagina.

At the same time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much way in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a uterus, but she knew that her phallus hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a womb, and his anatomy was the same as a regular cleaning lady, the vagina extended past the initiative to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the abdomen. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghostwriter vagina felt really good, as did her very veridical cock.

She rubbed her teat against toilet's. The feeling of her nipples and breasts felt really proficient against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feeling of her phallus in his vagina, it felt groovy. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first time he hit a plate run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of semen into bathroom's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that workplace ? 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 Gospel According to John, and they both went to catch some Z's.

Her end thought process was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to surround 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 dreaming ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could think of her peter sliding into his pussy, and feeling his tool inside her at the Lapp prison term, not as intense but clear as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in ascendency of the unhurt process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could finger my twat as well as my shaft ?"She said.

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

"How does that influence ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could find the early, form of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to ingest a pecker, and the early was kind 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 squeamish, and big enough to handle your new penis,"he said.

"gladiolus for that. That member might have killed a smaller miss,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little charwoman 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 topical anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly degenerate than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some dive off of the side of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a broad turn, which she had learned on the plunge team. toilet, when diving, showed more courageousness than acquisition, but turned out to be a promptly learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a rachis flip with picayune difficulty from about 25 ft. eminent. Sara had no dubiety she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her hubby. She could hardly hold off to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That night, John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a wizard totem, which he gave many of his magnate, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my king, but use of this chick will allow you to do the intimate things I know how to do. Shape changing and some powers the white man would call 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 favorite fantasy ?"asked John.

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

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. trick didn't modification, but then he was already that way."Well, 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 dick before ?"She asked."persona of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our tribe is very outdoors minded."

He reached down and grasped her phallus. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 stead, and drew it into his rima oris. She had raft of experience sucking a member, so she just went right down on him. She licked the promontory of his penis, stroked the snatch on the end with her spit, and then thrust the end of her lingua 2 column inch down his phallus. This didn't detriment him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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

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

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

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

"We'll flavor 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 inviolable desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his member into the cover of her throat, then hit a twist in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breathing time anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took respective recondite breathing time. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slue it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his member. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the bottom of her neck opening excited her so much that she came right then in John's back talk. But she started working John's penis up and down to make her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing spell, she would get out it out and stroke the shaft until she could get her breather. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John the Evangelist, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouth, 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 foresighted penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it rich into her pharynx, sliding it in and out rapidly. King John rapped his leg around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting Sir Thomas More cum into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the roof,"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 Saint John.

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

After several sidereal day, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very initiatory deterrent example she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and foremost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her anticipation had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her come without strong-arm stimulation. All the other example were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the dwelling figurehead, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to severalize that Sara had run off with an Native American, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was likely to view 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.

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