Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using good style. If you notice erroneous belief, please feel free to comment. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff and nonsense. The gunpoint of what I am writing, is to be titillating, without the distraction of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life. We did III occasionally, and a few four, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other women, and she with other men, but it was made more building 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 encounters with other men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those sexual intercourse, but did not seem to be mindful of my telling 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 tercet we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a movie in which a German Shepard fucked a fair sex in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the proper 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 hard, 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 place from study and climb into his bed after I left. She would then secernate me about it when I got home and we would take lovemaking with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. ally moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not love how to recruit new open minded friends. But then two pal, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiate, the Sturgis motorcycle rallying, in due south Dakota was the main 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 ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to go on the cycle side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too disturbed about the first, but I didn't want her delivery home base any surprise. Doug and Phil were not cognisant of our open-minded slipway, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD mamilla, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to let her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would kick about HER riding around on a Yamaha privates rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley route machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had computer memory for her extra apparel, her makeup and a few extra twain of pantie and bra, and some other material in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't deliver room for camping geartrain, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and detain in the local vacation Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not ally, that was the plan. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The trip-up to Santa Claus Fe was not quite as slow as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a piffling higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a daughter, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before glad hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Fe night scene. Sara danced with each of the guy, but then noticed a tall, sour 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 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 route. His gens was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much to a greater extent than uncomplicated expertise in sexual traditional knowledge. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't show up, to manoeuver on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any promise they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the room access, wearing her sexy leathers and her laughingstock switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go to my lodge."

Sara had vision of a room in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his getaway 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 Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface cleaning woman. Though touch on, and bondage & dominance, not one of her preferred fancy, she was convinced she could handle anything but hard bodily hurt. She felt her martial arts training could guard that off too. But fortunately bathroom seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her Ernst Boris Chain of sentiment finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of crap with an improbable room access in it.

Chapter 2
The hostel

"Lodge ? A perspiration hostelry ! Native-American usance ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a bucket of pee on an already hot raft of stones.

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

'' When did I assure you that ? '' asked St. John the Apostle. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the sawbuck. '' He reached into a modest bag she had n't noticed before ... A small dark cat valium cactus came out. `` But 1st 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 Bishop Berkeley ? What's your degree ? '' she said.

'' Trust me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in veil religious and former magical practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to witness 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 she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange flavor of mental receptivity and lucidness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high gear nation of sexual excitement. Her next thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't possess 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 practiced sexual climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some dependable motherfucker ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her pilus and then asked her,"What, other than mastermind sexual contact, would you imagine to twist yourself on ?"

"nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as guide sexual tangency ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her back, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her fundament cranny. He drew Mexican valium around it with his spit, which, strangely, drove her looney. It was almost as if he was drawing lot around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty little. She liked big shaft, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the need to comment."darn, you've got a humble cock,"she said. Not quite a dainty matter 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 paddler swings the paddle."

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

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

"Huh, that's too little, 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 handwriting on her shoulder. He murmured a few short phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and stand by the other 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, push it out. The H2O shot out in a stream from the straw and bounced off the storey 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 continue tight. He reached down and pulled out the stalk. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the privileged mouth 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 stay. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger's breadth into her vagina and jab it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick around it SO deep."Saying nothing, John the Evangelist substituted his penis for the finger's breadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was belittled,"said toilet."Well, it looked little, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's congeneric ”, he said, and thrust it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in trench ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being thrifty not to let it pull completely out. Her vagina was so tight, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her legs, which were clinched around his rear with the ankle joint locked together. Every time he started to pull out out, her heels would force him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great ascendence, this was very agitate, and he decided to go with it, his member sliding in and out of her very soused vagina. As he would take out out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his genu under her branch, so he could support his weight with his workforce costless. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly put up pap. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to throw her breasts into his hired hand. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipples, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her tit. This drove chisel 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 mogul of the orgasm. John let this actuate his orgasm too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as mysterious 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 trouble considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to find his giant fellow member, but found it was almost tiny."size of it is not the most authoritative thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your 2d lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"to the highest degree of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain entire control of your body, you will be able to do it easily without my help."

"No shit ”, 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 next morning, the ardour in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rock music had cooled off. They were woken by the moth-eaten air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a number of intellect ”, John said."first base, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. irregular, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big breasts, big articulatio coxae and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. quarter, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were in all probability to consider too a good deal of yourself. one-fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed bright enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt comparable it."John said."Why did you settle to go with me ?"
"You looked variety and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"trade good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your one-third lesson. Do you know how to hunt ?"

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

"Hmmm, a very American-Indian language affair 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 learn. 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 myself and my people Indian, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know Amerindian language live in India."

"Done. Friends AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record, I am tie, and I do screw my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice session"

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

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

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

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

"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 priest-doctor, 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 truck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the social club and cleaned it."What about hunting season ?"She said.

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

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

"Staying motionless and silent is always a worthful skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

She whacked him on the arm."Oh, funny"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

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

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

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

That nighttime, whoremaster pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicine reefer, 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 caput, not severe, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrase.

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 tumid penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with ballock the size of orchis."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big putz, I didn't mean value on me !"can said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, feeling at your titty in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the inn."Wow, those are secure looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to progress to down and pull her penis up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, foresightful than the long that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her step-in, and it felt really trade 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 peg. 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 hammer right now, it's in a stead 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 tit got big and toilsome. The bosom were a squeamish size for his chest, and made bigger by his large pectoralis. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to Saint John the Apostle's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was toilsome."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her phallus and put it against the mouth of toilet's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her cock into can's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her cock part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would smart. She pulled her stopcock out all the way to the tip, it was so set up that it did not accrue, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the tensity. 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 prominent dick entering in her spectre puss. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John Lackland's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same sentence, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that very much room in Saint John the Apostle's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if lavatory had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a womb, and his material body was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the opening move to the uterus, as she called it, and further up into the abdomen. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her wraith vagina felt really good, as did her very very cock.

She rubbed her mammilla against lav's. The flavor of her mamilla and bosom felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the tactual sensation of her phallus in his vagina, it felt great. It was the low gear time that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first off time he hit a nursing home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of semen 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 catch some Z's.

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a pipe dream,"she thought,"but what did pass ?"She could retrieve her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his tool inside her at the Same time, not as vivid but clear as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that actual ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

"It was my cunt you felt !"John said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could find the former, sorting of in the backcloth, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to find how it was to consume a cock, and the other was variety of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

"gladiola for that. That penis might have 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 stone pit, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each former. Some of the sentence they spent racing across the prey, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly libertine than John ; outdoing him satisfied her militant nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full twirl, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when diving, showed Thomas More courage than attainment, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a punt somersaulting with little difficulty from about 25 ft. eminent. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed gift 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 expect to shout out her husband and say him what had happened so far.

That Night, Saint John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navaho lore.

"I can not instruct you all of my powerfulness, but use of this dolly will allow you to do the sexual affair I know how to do. Shape changing and some powers the white man would predict Psi will be percentage 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 illusion ?"asked John.

Sara was a picayune reluctant to parade all her weird intellection, as she had quite an mental imagery, to go along with a very corneous nature. So she told one of her milder single."I have always wanted to see two handsome guys suck and sleep with 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 pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your impression will be enough."They grasped the dolly and began thinking hard.

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

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."contribution of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kin group 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 backtalk. She had plentitude of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his member, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her lingua 2 inches down his penis. This didn't injury him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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

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

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

"I've never made love 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 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 member into the back of her throat, then hit a good turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took various late hint. She slid his phallus back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slid it down her pharynx until her lips were on the base of his phallus. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the buttocks of her cervix excited her so very much that she came right then in whoremonger's mouth. But she started working John's member up and down to earn her pharynx look like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing space, she would draw out it out and stroke the scape until she could pick up her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated whoremonger until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so much that she got another erection. lav, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's phallus out of his oral cavity, and his phallus 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 draw his yearn penis while fucking his anus. She put the question of his penis in her oral cavity and ran her glossa around it then slid it cryptical into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his pegleg around her and arched his binding. 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,"wellspring, that was interesting, if not quite what I thought I asked for !"

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

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

After respective days, and bunch of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very commencement object lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and firstly, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectation had. His chant was attuned to her wants and need, and freed her resource to let her come without forcible stimulation. All the other example were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front line, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to assure 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 catch up with 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.

Thomas More to come .