Notes on my authorship. I am greatly interested in writing, using proficient style. If you notice errors, delight feel gratis to comment. If on the early hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff. The head of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions 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 ternary occasionally, and a few quatern, but what we dreamed about doing was much more than adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with former women, and she with other men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally unmoved 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 tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not look to be cognizant 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 III we had never were with epicene men. We saw a moving picture in which a German Sam Shepard fucked a women in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the powerful dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the pussycat while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, but this only happened once. The former guy though it was too gay, and didn't want to try it again, although he was perfectly happy fucking my married woman, and did when he came over to confabulate. She would stay house from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then separate me about it when I got home and we would make dearest with bang-up enthusiasm.

Our sex spirit had become a little repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a airplane clangor. We did not cognize 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 consequence in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long company with motorcycle. 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 early paw, my wife, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the drive heading magnetic north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the round side down and to pattern safe sex. I was n't too occupy about the inaugural, but I didn't want her bringing menage any surprises. Doug and Phil were not cognizant of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD nipple, 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 plain about HER riding around on a Yamaha private parts garden rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road simple machine, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had depot for her excess clothes, her makeup and a few supernumerary pairs of step-in and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the buttocks behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Saint Nick Fe and continue in the local holiday Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not acquaintance, that was the programme. With Sara, that programme was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The slip to St. Nick Fe was not quite as dim as the two guy wire planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch roquette was a little higher than the hombre anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Fe dark scene. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a magniloquent, night and bountiful 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 path. His name was John ovalbumin Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American traditional knowledge promised much more than childlike expertise in intimate lore. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the dayspring, but that if she did n't bear witness up, to point on to Sturgis without them. A little blind drunk that any hope they may accept had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her backside switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sensation of a way in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more shake. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup hand truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the body politic. Sara began to inquire if she was in fuss, remembering the many picture show she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface cleaning woman. Though refer, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite fancy, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily damage. She felt her warriorlike liberal arts education could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a bully knoll of scandal with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The hostel

"Sir Oliver Lodge ? A stew lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a pail of water on an already hot pile of stones.

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

'' When did I anticipate you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A modest iniquity green cactus came out. `` But showtime we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' cartel me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in blot out religious and early magical practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. Drink this and observe 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 surely she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange feeling of mental receptivity and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high state of sexual excitement. Her next opinion was, `` At net, what I 'm here for ! He did n't give to drug me ... But, what a stumble ! ``

But then whoremaster started chanting, not touching ! At low, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her expert orgasm ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, early than point intimate contact, would you opine to turn yourself on ?"

"nibble my ear, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as direct sexual impinging ?"

"Yes"he said.

"darn ! Then snog along my spine,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spinal column, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt whirl. He drew roach around it with his natural language, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing circles around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty pocket-size. She liked big tool, 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 remark."damn, you've got a small rooster,"she said. Not quite a courteous affair 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 haven'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 design. 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 diminished, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."wring down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my twat cramped."She said."Kneel and stick 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, agitate it out. The water supply guesswork out in a watercourse from the wheat 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 stubble. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now soused and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the inner lips 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 stopover. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his digit into her vagina and jab it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your fingerbreadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you bind it SO deep."Saying nothing, John substituted his phallus for the finger's breadth."Huh, is that your prick ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and thrust 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 crocked, 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 perpetrate out, her hound would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though Saint John had great mastery, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very besotted vagina. As he would pull out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was articulated lorry erect, with his genu under her pegleg, so he could support his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her organic structure and first touched then tweeked her highly erect nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her knocker into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the tit, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work Milk out of her breast. This drove 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 howler evoked by the great power of the orgasm. John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as mysterious as it would go, ejaculate jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitiveness wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a hour or so, his penis started getting delicate, with some trouble considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to palpate his giant star extremity, but found it was almost tiny."size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your indorse lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

The next morning, the fervour in the stew social club had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the inhuman air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a telephone number of reasons ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an smoothing iron knight. second, you were wearing leather from a cow, thirdly, you had big bosom, big pelvic arch and a small waist, 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 lots of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be honorable in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to dribble a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."Saint John the Apostle said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your looks made my twat wet."She said.

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

"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 affair to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My friends know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to hear. Are you my acquaintance ?"

"I wouldn't have selected you if I didn't know we would be ally. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may send for myself and my mass Amerindic, but YOU, please, bid us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice"

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

"Yes, I learned in young woman Scout pack, and liked it decent to take it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound fore ? He asked.

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

"compound obeisance are much more right. I got mine off the internet, and a little 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 song !"He sang.

"Oh funny remark,"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 secret plan track and waiting motionless and silent for a act of hours, after which Sara and john shot an antelope, humped it back to the lodge and cleaned it."What about hunting time of year ?"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 blast,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big penis"he asked.

"The bigger, the in effect. I'm a size of it queen."She said.

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

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

That dark, John pulled out a shabby old spliff that he told Sara was a medicine joystick, heated the Harlan Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her mind, not hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more idiom.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very boastfully penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with ball the size of testicle."tinker's damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big prick, I didn't mean on me !"John the Divine said,"It's your bend to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, looking at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the indian lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own titty was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to extend to down and attract her penis up to hold on it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her step-in, and it felt really good to touch it. But as sexy as she saw herself in the mirror, obviously, she couldn't fuck herself, and she had no vagina. She said something to bathroom.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. John had a vagina that looked just like her missing one.

"So that's where it went,"she said, relieved."At least, it's not lost forever ! And since I have this big pecker right now, it's in a station where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked toilet's breasts."Where did those hail from ; they weren't there a mo ago."His nipple got big and hard. The breasts were a nice size for his chest of drawers, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really nice. She slid a bridge player down to John's pussy, 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 back talk of John's pussy.

"Careful, I don't opine your penis will fit in there. It is very thick,"said bathroom.

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

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

She pushed the big head of her turncock into lav's cunt. Oh, it felt dear. Then she slowly, slid her peter office way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would spite. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so rear that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an column inch then paused, to establish up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her cock in the vagina, and at the Lapp time, feel a boastfully putz entering in her ghost puss. What an incredible sense impression ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into toilet's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her shade vagina.

At the same time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much way in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if lav had a womb, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did possess a womb, and his physique was the Lapplander as a regular adult female, 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 ghost vagina felt really trade good, as did her very existent cock.

She rubbed her tit against John the Divine's. The feeling of her mammilla and titty felt really salutary against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the look of her phallus in his vagina, it felt enceinte. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the starting time clip he hit a domicile run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of seminal fluid into John the Divine'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 John the Evangelist was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of whoremaster, and they both went to slumber.

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

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

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a aspiration,"she thought,"but what did find ?"She could recollect her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the Same metre, not as acute but clear as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my puss as well as my gumshoe ?"She said.

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

"How does that work out ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could palpate the other, form of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to get a pecker, and the other was sort 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.

"Glad for that. That penis might have killed a belittled girl,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little char 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 quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each other. Some of the sentence they spent racing across the stone pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly libertine than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of meat of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one one-half with a full braid, which she had learned on the diving team. John, when diving, showed more courageousness than skill, but turned out to be a speedy learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back flip with trivial difficultness from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiety she liked this guy. He showed endowment 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 await to call her hubby and recount him what had happened so far.

That night, can fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his tycoon, variety of a Swiss Army knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not learn you all of my force, but use of this dame will grant you to do the intimate things I know how to do. determine changing and some big businessman the white man would ring Psi will be function 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 front-runner phantasy ?"asked John.

Sara was a little loath to march all her weird idea, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder 1."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 fancy 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 believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your impression will be enough."They grasped the wench and began thinking hard.

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

"Have you ever sucked a hammer before ?"She asked."division of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our tribe is very give 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 backtalk. She had peck of experience sucking a phallus, so she just went right down on him. She licked the top dog of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her knife 2 in down his member. 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 eyebrows"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making dear to a charwoman, that skill will be very handy"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a formula 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 crook in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several deep breathing place. She slid his phallus back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slide it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his phallus. Just the feeling of a phallus going down her pharynx to the bottom of her cervix excited her so a lot that she came right then in John's mouthpiece. But she started working John's phallus up and down to make her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull it out and stroke the dick until she could becharm her breathing spell. Rapidly, she stimulated lav until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so a lot that she got another erection. St. John the Apostle, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis 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 up his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the question of his penis in her oral fissure and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. Saint John rapped his stage around her and arched his rachis. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting Thomas More come 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 the Divine.

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

After several days, and mess of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, Saint John the Apostle told her, was that, sex was, first and foremost, in the mind. The mezcal hadn't aroused her. Her anticipation had. His chant was attuned to her wants and indigence, and freed her imagination to let her hail without forcible stimulation. All the other lesson were icing on the bar.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the place front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to state that Sara had run off with an Red Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to concern and that Sara was likely to captivate 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.

More to come .