Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using skillful style. If you notice computer error, please feel free to comment. If on the former bridge player, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff. The point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life-time. We did troika occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with former woman, and she with former men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally insensible by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't bang 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 relations, but did not seem to be mindful of my relation with other charwoman. 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 triad we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a film in which a German language Shepard fucked a women in the next room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the redress dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the snatch while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, but this only happened once. The other guy though it was too gay, and didn't want to try it again, although he was perfectly happy fucking my married woman, and did when he came over to visit. She would stay household from study and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would make love with expectant enthusiasm.

Our sex living had become a lilliputian repetitious though. booster moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not eff how to enrol new open minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis Motorcycle rally, in South Dakota was the briny effect in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with bike. 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 other hand, my wife, Sara, could depend on her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a hope from Sara to keep the round side down and to recitation safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first gear, but I didn't want her bringing place any surprises. Doug and Phil were not mindful of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD tits, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to get 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 road machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra dress, her makeup and a few special couplet of scanty and bra, and some other hooey in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping cogwheel, they planned to stop in Saint Nick Fe and abide in the topical anesthetic Holiday Inn, in two offprint rooms, one for her, and one for the bozo. Since they were ally, and not supporter, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The misstep to Saint Nick Fe was not quite as slow as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising f number on the genitalia rocket was a footling in high spirits than the guy anticipated, but they could n't confront not keeping up with a girlfriend, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before glad 60 minutes. After getting their suite, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe nighttime scene. Sara danced with each of the hombre, but then noticed a marvelous, obscure and big man, looking to be in his 20 and a native-American. She asked him to dance and he accepted. He danced pretty well for not being in war pigment, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the report 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 way of life. His name was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much to a greater extent than simple expertise in intimate traditional knowledge. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the sunrise, but that if she did n't show up, to point on to Sturgis without them. A piffling pissed that any hopes they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walkway out the doorway, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and John headed to her way, but again, matter did not progress the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shortstop and a shirt, with Saint John right hand there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor auberge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his pickup truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the country. Sara began to inquire if she was in difficulty, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Amerindian language kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and bondage & ascendence, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could care anything but serious bodily damage. She felt her martial artistry preparation could ward 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 great hillock of crap with an improbable room access in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A sweat auberge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. lavatory tossed a bucket of water on an already hot pile 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 solitaire. `` Where is the great native-American sex you promised me ? ``

'' When did I forebode you that ? '' asked lavatory. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a modest bag she had n't noticed before ... A small wickedness K cactus came out. `` But maiden we imbibe '' he said.

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

'' Berkeley, nigh recently. '' He said.

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

'' Trust me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialness in mist religious and early magical exercise, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to ascertain out. Drink this and keep it down. I do n't have any more right now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty surely she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed restrained nausea and soon a foreign tone of mental receptivity and lucidness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high State Department of sexual fervor. Her next thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At showtime, foiled, 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 mother fucker ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her hair's-breadth and then asked her,"What, early than directly intimate inter-group communication, would you imagine to sprain yourself on ?"

"nibble my ears, and solve down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples numerate as direct sexual impinging ?"

"Yes"he said.

"tinker's dam ! Then snog along my prickle,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her vertebral column, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crack. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her nutcase. 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 phallus. It was pretty belittled. 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 remark."Damn, you've got a small rooster,"she said. Not quite a courteous thing to say.

He didn't take umbrage."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 swing the paddle."

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this size for teaching intent. You have more than to learn."Then he pulled out a tonic 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."Squeeze 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 forgetful phrases.

"Oww, my snatch cramped."She said."Kneel and deposit the other end of the stalk in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles move and her vagina expand. The H2O sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The water stroke out in a stream from the shuck and bounced off the level 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 straw. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now soused and standing up. He stroked her button gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the intimate sassing 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 stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John 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 cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small,"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 bass ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being careful not to let it extract 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 wooden leg, which were clinched around his vertebral column with the articulatio talocruralis locked together. Every clock time he started to force out, her heels would drive him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had majuscule control condition, this was very arouse, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull out, he could palpate her contracting on his putz, grabbing behind the principal of his penis. He was semi erect, with his stifle under her peg, so he could support his free weight with his hands unloose. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly rear nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to force her white meat into his script. He felt her mammary glands behind the teat, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her titty. This drove Sara over the threshold, and her dead body contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the superpower of the orgasm. St. John the Apostle let this trigger his coming too, and he again thrust his member in her as deep as it would go, cum jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant member, but found it was almost midget."Size is not the most important 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 wax controller of your eubstance, 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 idea blowing coming. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The future dawn, the fervor in the sweat order had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went outdoor and began to talk.

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

"For a number of reasons ”, Saint John the Apostle said."outset, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, 3rd, you had big breasts, big hips and a minor shank, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were in all likelihood to think too a lot of yourself. twenty percent, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. Sixth, you seemed impudent enough to expect a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."John said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked sort and gentle, and your looks made my cunt wet."She said.

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

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

"Hmmm, a very Amerindic thing to say,"said john,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to learn ?"

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

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

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice"

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

"Yes, I learned in fille picket camp, and liked it enough to bring it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound bowknot ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more mightily. I got mine off the net, 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 birdcall !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

hunt consisted of finding a plot track and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and Saint John the Apostle shot an antelope, humped it back to the society 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, suspect"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

"The bigger, the good. I'm a size 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 night, John the Divine pulled out a shabby old joystick that he told Sara was a music reefer, heated the Edward Durell Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the cover of her oral sex, not hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panty and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very large penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of it of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean value on me !"bathroom said,"It's your turn 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 inside of the club."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by breast before. She had to reach down and pull out her phallus up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the retentive that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her step-in, and it felt really commodity to refer 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,"looking at at me"and gestured between his pegleg. John Lackland 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 cock right now, it's in a plaza where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked toilet's breast."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and hard. The knocker were a gracious size of it for his dresser, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both custody and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to trick's puss, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was severe."wellspring, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the sassing of John's pussy.

"Careful, I don't call back your penis will fit in there. It is very thick,"said John.

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

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

She pushed the big oral sex of her cock into John's puss. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her rooster character 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 erect that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build 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 large cock entering in her ghostwriter pussy. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the like meter, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much room in lavatory's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if Saint John the Apostle had a womb, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a uterus, and his general anatomy was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the hatchway 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 real cock.

She rubbed her pap against John's. The smell of her nipples and boob felt really good against his. She had never felt the champion before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the commencement time he hit a 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 normal, would I be meaning, by ME ?"

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

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could commemorate her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the same metre, not as intense but clear as day. As lav woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that wreak ?"said Sara.

"I linked our intimate tactual sensation together, so that each of us could feel the other, sort of in the scope, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to find how it was to have a dick, and the other was form of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

"How number your bitch looked just like mine ?"She said.

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little charwoman have babies."

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a topical anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not sleep with or even caress each other. Some of the clip they spent racing across the target, 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 full twist, which she had learned on the diving team. whoremaster, when diving, showed more courage than accomplishment, but turned out to be a quick prentice and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a backrest flip with little trouble from about 25 ft. high. 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 husband. She could hardly await to call her husband and enjoin him what had happened so far.

That night, St. John the Apostle fashioned a Kachina wench. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his top executive, sort of a Swiss people USA knife of pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this wench will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. Shape changing and some great power the white man would promise Psi will be share 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 darling fancy ?"asked Saint John.

Sara was a trivial reluctant to troop all her Weird intellection, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder ace."I have always wanted to see two big guy suction and hump each other."

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt different. 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."wellspring, 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."component part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our tribe is very out-of-doors 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 chief of his phallus, stroked the slit on the end with her lingua, and then thrust the end of her natural language 2 column inch down his penis. This didn't hurt him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even potential.

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

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

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a normal girth but very long. She suddenly had a strong desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the dorsum of her throat, then hit a bend in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his member out, and took various late breathing spell. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her cervix and slew it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his member. Just the spirit of a penis going down her pharynx to the bottom of her neck opening excited her so very much that she came right then in privy's backtalk. But she started working John's penis up and down to score her pharynx look like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing place, she would pull it out and stroke the dig until she could catch up with her breathing spell. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. St. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his sassing, 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 go down on his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the headspring of his phallus in her mouthpiece and ran her tongue around it then slid it trench into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his leg around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting to a greater extent seminal fluid into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

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

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

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

After several Clarence Day, and mountain of stew, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John the Divine told her, was that, sex was, maiden and first off, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and motivation, and freed her imaginativeness to let her make out without physical stimulus. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

"But fun, John Lackland, scores of fun,"said Sara.

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the dwelling house front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to enjoin that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was in all likelihood to catch 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 .