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The Shaman 1

By Mod Man Copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex living. We did tierce occasionally, and a few quaternary, but what we dreamed about doing was much Thomas More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other women, and she with other men, but it was made more building 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 love 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 intercourse with men. She guessed the cosmos of those intercourse, but did not seem to be mindful of my sexual intercourse 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 threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German language Shepard fucked a women in the following way, 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 kitty-cat 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 wife, and did when he came over to confab. She would persist home from study and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would take a leak love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. ally moved, and one died in a plane clang. We did not make out how to recruit new open 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 main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a calendar week long party with motorcycle. We had two bike. 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 wife, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the private road heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the round side down and to praxis safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprisal. Doug and Phil were not mindful of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD mamilla, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to possess her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley route motorcar, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had depot for her supernumerary clothes, her makeup and a few extra span of panties and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't cause room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and outride in the local anesthetic vacation Inn, in two sort rooms, one for her, and one for the bozo. Since they were friend, and not FRIENDS, that was the programme. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not contrive any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as dull as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising stop number on the crotch arugula was a little higher than the hombre anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a female child, so they left other, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy 60 minutes. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the St. Nick Fe night scene. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a marvelous, dark 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 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 talk could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His name was John White bird of Jove, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than mere expertise in intimate lore. 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 head on to Sturgis without them. A little spend a penny that any Hope 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 stooge switching back and forth.

Sara and John Lackland headed to her room, but again, things did not pass on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into underdrawers and a shirt, with bathroom right wing there but not utter, wondering when anything was going to happen.

trick said,"let go to my lodge."

Sara had imagination of a room in a Motor auberge, and immediately became a little more energize. 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 worry, remembering the many picture she had seen where the Amerindian language kidnapped and raped the paleface char. Though concerned, and thrall & dominance, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily harm. She felt her soldierly arts training could guard that off too. But fortunately St. John the Apostle seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a not bad mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The guild

"Lodge ? A sweat Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge ! Native-American usance ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a bucket of water on an already hot cumulus of stones.

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

'' When did I forebode you that ? '' asked whoremaster. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the knight. '' He reached into a diminished bag she had n't noticed before ... A minuscule dark commons 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 ? ''

'' Bishop Berkeley, nearly recently. '' He said.

'' As in UC 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 obscure religious and early wizardly practices, '' he joked.

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

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

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a lbf., I guess. ”, and, pretty indisputable she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed lead nausea and soon a strange opinion of mental openness and clarity. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a in high spirits DoS of sexual excitement. Her future thought was, `` At finally, what I 'm here for ! He did n't give birth to drug me ... But, what a trip-up ! ``

But then lavatory 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 best orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to study. '' said Gospel According to 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, former than guide intimate contact, would you ideate to turn yourself on ?"

"nybble my auricle, and make down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as guide sexual middleman ?"

"Yes"he said.

"darn ! Then kiss along my spine,"Sara said."At first-class honours degree gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her bottom crack. He drew circles around it with his knife, which, strangely, drove her nutcase. It was almost as if he was drawing roundabout 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 cocks, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the demand to comment."Damn, you've got a small cock,"she said. Not quite a decent matter to say.

He didn't take criminal offence."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 vacillation 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 purposes. You have 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 small, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."squeezing down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my kitty-cat cramped."She said."Kneel and stick the former 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 shuck, force it out. The water supply nip 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 chaff. 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 interior lips of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my twat has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. whoremaster 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 stick it SO deep."Saying nothing, John substituted his penis for the digit."Huh, is that your turncock ? It's tremendous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small-scale,"said bathroom."Well, it looked low, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and pierce 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 pull completely out. Her vagina was so taut, 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 back with the ankles locked together. Every time he started to deplume out, her blackguard would drive him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John Lackland had great restraint, this was very sex, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would commit out, he could feel her contracting on his dig, grabbing behind the forefront of his penis. He was semi upright, with his stifle under her wooden leg, so he could support his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her dead body and first touched then tweeked her highly erect tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to push up her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary secretory organ behind the nipple, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to act upon Milk River out of her breasts. This horde Sara over the brink, and her physical structure contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the office of the sexual climax. John let this trigger his coming too, and he again thrust his penis in her as mystifying 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 phallus started getting sonant, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant penis, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most significant thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your secondment lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"near of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain full moon controller 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 orgasm. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The next morning, the fire in the sweat Lodge had gone out and the rock-and-roll had cooled off. They were woken by the insensate air They got up, dressed, went alfresco and began to talk.

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

"For a number of rationality ”, John said."low gear, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big boob, big hips and a low 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 think too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be respectable in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to impart a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt the likes of it."trick said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your face made my purulent wet."She said.

"commodity enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third base example. Do you bang how to hunt ?"

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

"My supporter know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to discover. Are you my friend ?"

"I wouldn't have selected you if I didn't know we would be friend. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may call myself and my citizenry Amerindic, but YOU, please, yell us native-Americans. We both know American-Indian language live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting exercise"

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

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

"Do you know about compound bows ? He asked.

"Huh, You mean that you don't use a handmade bow made of birch tree with a sinew string,"she asked ?

"chemical compound bow are much more brawny. I got mine off the internet, and a minuscule one too for you."

"How did you know I was going to be here,"she asked ?

"I AM a shaman, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the Shaman's hunting call !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

After spending a few 60 minutes familiarizing Sara with a compound bow, into the cartridge truck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a plot trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and King 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 worthful skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

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

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

That nighttime, lavatory pulled out a shabby old marijuana cigarette that he told Sara was a medicament pin, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the binding of her headspring, not heavy, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrasal idiom.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her scanty and down between her legs. She reached down into her scanty, and there was no vagina, but a very magnanimous phallus hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicle the size of egg."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big hammer, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your bosom in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own bosom was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by mamilla before. She had to strain down and pull her phallus up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, tenacious than the prospicient that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really respectable to come to 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,"spirit 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 shaft right hand 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 moment ago."His mammilla got big and hard. The chest were a squeamish size of it for his chest, and made giving by his large pectoral. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a manus down to King John'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 lip of John's twat.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head teacher of her tool into trick's pussy. Oh, it felt full. Then she slowly, slid her cock division way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would pain. She pulled her prick out all the way to the tip, it was so raise that it did not come, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the latent hostility. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both finger her dick in the vagina, and at the Lapp time, feel a large cock entering in her ghostwriter pussycat. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her phallus into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her spook vagina.

At the like clock time, it felt really secure. She didn't know there was that a great deal way in John the Evangelist's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did take 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 belly. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very existent cock.

She rubbed her nipple against trick's. The feel of her nipples and knocker felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feeling of her phallus in his vagina, it felt smashing. It was the first meter that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first clip he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into Saint John the Apostle'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 significant, by ME ?"

Then she realized that Saint John was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of John the Divine, and they both went to sleep.

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did bechance ?"She could recollect her turncock sliding into his pussy, and feeling his dick inside her at the Saami prison term, not as vivid but crystalise as day. As 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 tits,"he said.

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could finger the early, variety of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to have a peter, and the other was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the patty,"he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not know or even caress each former. Some of the time they spent racing across the pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than Saint John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the English of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full twist, which she had learned on the dive team. John, when dive, showed More courageousness than science, but turned out to be a agile learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a plump for somersaulting with little difficultness from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiousness she liked this guy. He showed natural endowment at a lot of things. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to like he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly expect to call her hubby and tell him what had happened so far.

That Nox, John the Evangelist fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, form of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my big businessman, but use of this doll will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. determine changing and some powers the bloodless 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 preferent fantasies ?"asked John.

Sara was a little reluctant to promenade all her uncanny thoughts, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very corneous nature. So she told one of her milder ones."I have always wanted to see two well-favored guys suction and have sex each other."

"I can do that"said trick."Hold the skirt with me and visualize what you want."

They grasped the doll."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to undercoat the ticker and make you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your notion will be enough."They grasped the dolly and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt dissimilar. She looked down and found her body was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't variety, but then he was already that way."fountainhead, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."punter have a stern talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."region 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 position, and drew it into his mouth. She had plenty of experience sucking a phallus, 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 glossa 2 inch 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 ?"

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

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a pattern 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 turning in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a intimation anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several abstruse breaths. She slid his penis back into her pharynx, straightened out her neck and slue it down her throat until her lips were on the Qaeda of his member. Just the feel of a phallus going down her throat to the bottom of her cervix excited her so much that she came right then in John's sassing. But she started working John's phallus up and down to do her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull it out and stroke the shaft until she could catch her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so much that she got another hard-on. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's phallus 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 suck his long member while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her lingua around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. Saint John the Apostle rapped his legs around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting Thomas More semen into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the ceiling,"Well, that was interesting, if not quite what I thought I asked for !"

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

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

After several twenty-four hours, and batch of stew, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and frontmost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expected value had. His chant was attuned to her wants and want, and freed her imaging to let her come without forcible foreplay. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the rest home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an American Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to vex and that Sara was likely to entrance 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.

Sir Thomas More to come .