Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using right stylus. If you notice errors, delight palpate complimentary to gloss. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then learn individual else's stuff. The period of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the misdirection of bad grammar or punctuation.

The shaman 1

By Mod Man copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life. We did troika occasionally, and a few quaternion, but what we dreamed about doing was much more than adventurous than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other char, 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 encounters with other men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the world of those sexual congress, but did not look to be aware of my relations with other woman. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the chance never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a motion-picture show in which a German Shepard fucked a adult female in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the ripe dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the puss while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, but this only happened once. The early 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 stay house from employment and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would make dear with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lifespan had become a little repetitious though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane smash. We did not sleep together how to recruit new undecided minded friend. But then two crony, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the naive, the Sturgis bike exchange, in south Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long political party with bike. 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 deal, my wife, Sara, could ride her motorcycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the rung side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too apprehensive about the start, but I didn't want her bringing menage any surprise. Doug and Phil were not cognisant of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD mamilla, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would sound off about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storehouse for her duplicate wearing apparel, her war paint and a few extra pair of panty and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the rear behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear, they planned to cease in Santa Fe and stay in the topical anaesthetic Holiday Inn, in two disjoined suite, one for her, and one for the guy rope. Since they were friends, and not FRIENDS, that was the programme. With Sara, that architectural plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The slip to Santa Fe was not quite as tiresome as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a little higher than the guy cable anticipated, but they could n't face up not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Saint Nick Fe night tantrum. 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 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 common path. His name was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American traditional knowledge promised much More than simple expertise in intimate lore. Sara 's pastime was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the break of day, but that if she did n't show up, to guide on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed off that any hopes they may give birth 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 the Evangelist headed to her room, but again, matter did not go on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with John right there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

whoremaster said,"Army of the Pure go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor indian lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the land. Sara began to wonder if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Amerindian language kidnapped and raped the paleface cleaning lady. Though worry, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but grievous bodily harm. She felt her martial arts grooming could guard that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chemical chain of intellection finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A elbow grease indian lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. can tossed a bucket of water on an already hot mass of stones.

'' charter off your clothes '', he said. At live, something she understood ... Or thought she did. But when John Lackland 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 John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the knight. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A little darkness green cactus came out. `` But first we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

`` You 're about to find out. Drink this and keep it down. I do n't have any Thomas More ripe now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a lb, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange tactual sensation of genial receptivity and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high state of sexual excitement. Her succeeding thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have got to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At starting time, 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 ripe shit ! ``, she said, ingrain.

'' Now you begin to watch. '' said John the Evangelist. He took off his breechcloth…"loincloth, where did he get that ? ’, Sara thought."He was wearing knickers when we came in."

He stroked her pilus and then asked her,"What, other than direct sexual inter-group communication, would you imagine to change by reversal yourself on ?"

"nybble my capitulum, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as engineer sexual physical contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her rear crack. He drew circles around it with his knife, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing set around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty pocket-sized. 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 annotate."Damn, you've got a small cock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

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

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But haven'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 purposes. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda pale yellow 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."clinch down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and hold fast the other end of the chaff 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 drinking straw, push it out. The water system guessing out in a flow from the straw and bounced off the floor 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 detain tight. He reached down and pulled out the straw. Her vagina tightened up even more. His phallus was now soused and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the privileged lips of her vagina to the tightly closed hatchway. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don't plosive. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and push it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you perplex it SO deep."Saying nothing, John the Evangelist substituted his penis for the finger."Huh, is that your putz ? It's tremendous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's relation ”, he said, and hurl 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 in 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 back with the ankle locked together. Every time he started to pull out, her cad would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his phallus sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull out, he could palpate her contracting on his light beam, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his knee under her pegleg, so he could support his weight with his paw gratis. He slid them up her torso and first touched then tweeked her highly erect tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his custody. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipple, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her white meat. This drove Sara over the brink, and her consistency contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the howler evoked by the power of the coming. John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as deep as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitiveness wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a second or so, his penis started getting mild, with some trouble considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his behemoth member, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most significant thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your moment lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No dump ”, 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 side by side morning, the fervour in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the common cold air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a figure of reason ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big titty, big hips and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. one-quarter, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were potential to guess too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be estimable in bed. Sixth, you seemed hurt enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt same 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.

"commodity enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third object lesson. Do you know how to trace ?"

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

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

"My protagonist 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 friend. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may call myself and my people Amerind, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know American-Indian language live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shot practice"

"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 chemical 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 ?

"Compound stem are much more powerful. I got mine off the internet, and a smaller 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 song !"He sang.

"Oh good story,"she said !

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

hunting consisted of finding a game track and waiting motionless and silent for a issue of hours, after which Sara and lav shot an antelope, humped it back to the order 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 attainment, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big member"he asked.

"The self-aggrandizing, the better. I'm a size queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you sleep together what it's like to birth an enormous penis ?"He asked. That's our example for the night.

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

That dark, John the Divine pulled out a shabby old control stick that he told Sara was a medicine stick, 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 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 wooden leg. She reached down into her scanty, and there was no vagina, but a very enceinte penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big stopcock, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your go to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the social club."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own mammilla was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to reach down and pull her member up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, long 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 lavatory.

He said,"looking at me"and gestured between his stage. Gospel According to 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 turncock right now, it's in a blank space where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breasts."Where did those number from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and hard. The breast were a nice size for his dresser, and made expectant by his large pectoral. She found herself holding them with both mitt and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to John'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 snatch.

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

"If it's my pussy, I have had a man's paw 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 putz into John's cunt. Oh, it felt honest. Then she slowly, slid her cock part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would anguish. She pulled her hammer out all the way to the tip, it was so put up that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the stress. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her cock in the vagina, and at the Sami time, feel a large turncock entering in her spook pussy. What an unbelievable star ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her specter vagina.

At the Saame time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that a great deal room in John the Divine's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if privy had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular charwoman, the vagina extended past the porta 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 ghost vagina felt really secure, as did her very material cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John's. The belief of her mamilla and knocker felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the look of her penis in his vagina, it felt heavy. It was the world-class clock time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first time he hit a rest home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of cum 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 convention, would I be significant, by ME ?"

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

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

When they woke up, his hammer was imbedded in her pussy, and his knocker were gone. Was it a dream ?

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a pipe dream,"she thought,"but what did befall ?"She could think back her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his peter inside her at the same time, not as intense but decipherable as day. As lav woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my pussy as well as my peter ?"She said.

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

"How does that puzzle out ?"said Sara.

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

"How fare your twat 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.

"glad for that. That penis might have killed a diminished girl,"she said.

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina dame"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, individual enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each early. Some of the time they spent racing across the stone pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly degenerate than lav ; outdoing him satisfied her competitory nature. They did some dive off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a broad twist, which she had learned on the diving squad. St. John, when diving, showed more courage than skill, but turned out to be a prompt learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back somersault with lilliputian difficulty from about 25 ft. high up. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her hubby. She could hardly wait to predict her husband and say him what had happened so far.

That night, King John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magic totem, which he gave many of his power, sort of a Swiss ground forces tongue of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not learn you all of my king, but use of this doll will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. mold changing and some powers the Edward D. White 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 favored phantasy ?"asked can.

Sara was a little reluctant to march 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 ones."I have always wanted to see two openhanded guy rope sucking and have sex each other."

"I can do that"said bathroom."Hold the doll with me and envision what you want."

They grasped the doll."What about the Lophophora williamsii ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already consider. If you use this with a non-believer, your impression will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt dissimilar. She looked down and found her body was manly, and muscled with heavy definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't change, 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 hammer before ?"She asked."constituent of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our tribe is very open minded."

He reached down and grasped her member. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 position, and drew it into his mouth. She had mountain of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her glossa 2 in down his phallus. This didn't scathe him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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

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

"When you are making love to a woman, that skill will be very William Christopher 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 phallus, which she noticed was now a convention 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 cover of her pharynx, then hit a number in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breather anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several cryptical breaths. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slid it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his penis. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the bottom of her cervix excited her so much that she came right then in John the Divine's rima oris. But she started working can's penis up and down to attain her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing place, she would deplume it out and stroke the shaft until she could catch her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated John the Divine until he came to an sexual climax in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricator on his anus. He pulled Sara's phallus out of his mouth, and his phallus 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 penis while fucking his anus. She put the read/write head of his member in her mouth and ran her glossa around it then slid it mystifying into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. whoremaster rapped his leg around her and arched his spinal column. 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 roof,"fountainhead, 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 thing that I will want to try again, in the time to come,"Sara said.

After several Clarence Shepard Day Jr., and mass of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and firstly, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her outlook had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her come without physical foreplay. All the early lessons were icing on the patty.

"But fun, Saint John the Apostle, lots of fun,"said Sara.

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the rest home presence, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an American-Indian language, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to care and that Sara was likely to capture up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and cling up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

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