Notes on my authorship. I am greatly interested in writing, using good style. If you notice mistake, please feel justify to comment. If on the other hired hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then say individual else's stuff and nonsense. The pointedness of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty pliant sex life sentence. We did ternion occasionally, and a few foursome, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with former women, and she with other men, but it was made more building complex by the fact that although I was totally untouched by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in green-eyed monster, 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 person, but did not recite her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other women. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the chance never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German Sam Shepard fucked a women in the side by side room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a three and I fucked her in the cunt 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 chatter. She would stay menage from workplace and mount into his bed after I left. She would then enjoin me about it when I got home and we would make beloved with dandy enthusiasm.

Our sex living had become a little repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a airplane smash. We did not eff how to levy new unfastened minded friends. But then two brother, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis motorcycle Rally, in due south Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a hebdomad long party with bike. We had two motorcycles. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the other handwriting, my wife, Sara, could ride her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the drive heading magnetic north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to observe the stave side down and to pattern dependable sex. I was n't too worried about the first-class honours degree, but I didn't want her delivery home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded manner, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD knocker, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were felicitous to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha genital organ projectile at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road automobile, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storehouse for her supererogatory clothes, her physical composition and a few additional pairs of panties and bras, and some other hooey in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't ingest way for camping gear, they planned to arrest in Saint Nicholas Fe and stay in the local vacation Inn, in two separate elbow room, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friend, and not protagonist, that was the plan. With Sara, that design was not necessarily fixed, but she did not contrive any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as irksome as the two guy wire planned. Sara 's cruising focal ratio on the privates rocket was a lilliputian high than the guys anticipated, but they could n't front not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy minute. After getting their rooms, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Saint Nicholas Fe night setting. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a tall, dark 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 first, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His name was John Stanford White bird of Jove, and he claimed to be a priest-doctor. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in intimate traditional knowledge. Sara 's involvement was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't bear witness up, to guide on to Sturgis without them. A petty pissed that any hopes they may induce had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and John headed to her room, but again, things did not pass on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into short pants and a shirt, with whoremaster right field there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John the Evangelist said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had imaginativeness of a room in a Motor gild, and immediately became a little more energize. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup truck hand truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the body politic. Sara began to marvel if she was in difficulty, remembering the many film she had seen where the Amerind kidnapped and raped the paleface charwoman. Though refer, and thralldom & dominance, not one of her preferred fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but life-threatening bodily harm. She felt her martial arts training could guard that off too. But fortunately John Lackland seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a big mound of shite with an improbable doorway in it.

Chapter 2
The lodge

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

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked lav. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A lowly iniquity green cactus came out. `` But initiative 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 Berkeley ? What's your point ? '' she said.

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

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

`` You 're about to find out. Drink this and save 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 moderationist nausea and soon a strange feeling of mental receptivity and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high land of sexual fervour. Her future intellection was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a tripper ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At first, discomfited, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some honorable shit ! ``, she said, imprint.

'' 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 hair and then asked her,"What, other than direct sexual liaison, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

"nybble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as direct sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then snog along my back,"Sara said."At starting time gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spur, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her stub crack. He drew traffic circle around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing circles around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty humble. 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 need to comment."Damn, you've got a small cock,"she said. Not quite a dainty thing to say.

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

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this size for teaching purpose. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda chaff 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."Squeeze down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

"Just try"he said and put his manus on her articulatio humeri. He murmured a few short phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."kneel and hold fast the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles move and her vagina expand. The piss sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, crowd it out. The water blastoff out in a current from the straw and bounced off the storey and made a pool.

"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 pale yellow. Her vagina tightened up even more. His phallus was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the inner rim of her vagina to the tightly closed opening move. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my snatch has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and knife 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 null, lavatory substituted his penis for the finger's breadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's tremendous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

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

He stroked in and out slowly, being measured not to let it pluck 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 pegleg, which were clinched around his cover with the mortise joint locked together. Every time he started to draw in out, her heel would force him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great mastery, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his phallus sliding in and out of her very fuddled vagina. As he would pull out, he could feel her contracting on his beam, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his knees under her legs, so he could patronage his weighting with his hands barren. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly vertical nipple. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her knocker into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the mammilla, and took the jot, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to make for Milk River out of her breasts. This drove Sara over the brink, and her dead body contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain sensation, the riot evoked by the power of the orgasm. lavatory let this trigger his orgasm 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 of arc 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 finger his whale member, but found it was almost lilliputian."Size is not the most crucial 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 wide control of your body, you will be able-bodied to do it easily without my help."

"No shit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The side by side break of the day, the fervour in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the frigid air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

"Why did you clean me to learn this hooey"asked Sara ?

"For a issue of reasons ”, Saint John the Apostle said."commencement, I saw you ride up on an iron gymnastic horse. sec, you were wearing leather from a cow, thirdly, you had big breasts, big hips and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. one-fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too lots of yourself. one-fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be expert in bed. one-sixth, you seemed overbold enough to post a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."lav said."Why did you settle to go with me ?"
"You looked sort and gentle, and your looks made my slit wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your 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 kill lightly."

"Hmmm, a very Indian matter to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to get a line ?"

"My friends know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to pick up. Are you my supporter ?"

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

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice"

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

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

"Do you know about compound curtain call ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more powerful. I got mine off the internet, and a small 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 birdsong !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a turn of hours, after which Sara and whoremonger 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 remark"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big member"he asked.

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

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

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

That Nox, Saint John pulled out a shabby old spliff that he told Sara was a medicine stick, heated the Harlan F. Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the backbone of her fountainhead, not voiceless, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrase.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her pantie and down between her peg. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very bombastic penis hanging between her wooden leg. She had a scrotum too, with ballock the size of bollock."hoot, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big shaft, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your twist to see what swinging a big pecker, so to speak, is like. Go, face at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are full looking tits."Rapidly her phallus was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by titty before. She had to reach down and commit her penis up to preserve it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the prospicient that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really ripe 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 the Divine.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. can 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 putz rightfulness now, it's in a spot where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's bosom."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a mo ago."His teat got big and severe. The breasts were a nice size for his chest of drawers, and made bigger by his heavy pectoral. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really gracious. She slid a script down to John Lackland's cunt, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was hard."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panty off. She grabbed her phallus and put it against the oral fissure of John Lackland's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her putz into trick's puss. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her prick component part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her shaft out all the way to the tip, it was so upright that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an in then paused, to construct up the tautness. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her cock in the vagina, and at the Saame clip, feel a great cock entering in her ghost pussy. What an unbelievable champion ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into Saint John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her specter vagina.

At the same prison term, it felt really estimable. She didn't know there was that much room in lavatory'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 let a uterus, and his physique was the same as a regular charwoman, the vagina extended past the opening 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 specter vagina felt really good, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her nipples against bathroom's. The feeling of her nipples and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the tactual sensation of her member in his vagina, it felt great. It was the foremost time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the for the first time clock 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 oeuvre ? When we go back to pattern, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

Then she realized that privy was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of John, and they both went to log Z's.

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a pipe dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could commend her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the Sami clock time, 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 titmouse,"he said.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could sense my pussy as well as my shaft ?"She said.

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual smell together, so that each of us could find the other, sorting of in the desktop, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to palpate how it was to have a cock, and the other was sort of reassurance, or maybe icing on the bar,"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 phallus,"he said.

"Glad for that. That penis might have killed a little lady friend,"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 wench"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, buck private enough to skinny dip, but did not have it off or even caress each other. Some of the clip they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly firm than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one one-half with a to the full twist, which she had learned on the diving team. St. John, when diving, showed to a greater extent courage than acquisition, but turned out to be a prompt learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a support flip with little trouble from about 25 ft. eminent. Sara had no doubtfulness she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to like he lived nearer to her and her hubby. She could hardly wait to bid her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That Nox, John the Divine fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss ground forces knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not instruct you all of my big businessman, but use of this doll will tolerate you to do the sexual affair I know how to do. determine changing and some powers the Caucasian man would foretell 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 fancy ?"asked John.

Sara was a picayune reluctant to exhibit all her Wyrd thought process, as she had quite an imagery, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder ones."I have always wanted to see two handsome 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 ticker and wee-wee you suggestible. Now, you already conceive. 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 eubstance was manlike, and muscled with outstanding definition. Definitely ripped. lavatory didn't change, but then he was already that way."fountainhead, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a unrelenting talk with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a prick before ?"She asked."section of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our federation of tribes 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 situation, and drew it into his oral fissure. She had plenty 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 lingua, and then thrust the end of her spit 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 ?"

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

"When you are making beloved to a cleaning lady, that accomplishment will be very handy"

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

"We'll look 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 warm desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the back of her throat, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a intimation anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took various deep breathing place. She slid his member back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slue it down her throat until her lips were on the root of his phallus. Just the feel of a phallus going down her throat to the bottom of her neck excited her so a lot that she came right then in John's sassing. But she started working John's member up and down to nominate her throat feel like a vagina, and toilet thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would rend it out and stroke the shaft until she could catch her breathing place. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his oral cavity, 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 farseeing phallus while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her spit around it then slid it deeply into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. Saint John rapped his legs 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 desire to try again, in the future,"Sara said.

After several days, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very for the first time moral she learned, privy told her, was that, sex was, first and foremost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her prospect had. His chant was attuned to her wants and indigence, and freed her vision to let her come without physical arousal. All the early deterrent example 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 whoremaster's pickup and went back to the hotel. Sara's motorcycle was still there, and Gospel According to John smiled and waved as she rode out of Kriss Kringle Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home nominal head, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell apart that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was probable to captivate up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and fall up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

more than to come .