Notes on my writing. I am greatly matter to in writing, using safe style. If you notice errors, delight experience free to notice. If on the early hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then take someone else's stuff and nonsense. 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 Copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty elastic sex life story. We did ternion occasionally, and a few Little Joe, 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 complex by the fact that although I was totally untouched by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't bonk what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her showdown with early men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my sexual congress with men. She guessed the existence of those carnal knowledge, but did not seem to be cognisant of my carnal knowledge 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 trine we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a movie in which a German Shepard fucked a woman in the adjacent room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the kitty 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 claver. She would stay home from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would stool love with cracking enthusiasm.

Our sex liveliness had become a niggling repetitive though. Friend moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not know how to levy new open air minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis motorcycle Rally, in Dixie Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a calendar week 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 paw, my wife, Sara, could tantalize her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading northerly. I had extracted a hope from Sara to celebrate the round side down and to drill safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware 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 have 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 auto, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storehouse for her spear carrier apparel, her makeup and a few extra pairs of panties and bra, and some early stuff in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't hold room for camping gear wheel, they planned to stop in Saint Nick Fe and bide in the local Holiday Inn, in two split up rooms, one for her, and one for the cat. Since they were ally, and not FRIENDS, that was the plan. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as slow as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket salad was a short higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left too soon, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their room, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Fe dark shot. 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 report that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a starting, there was only one way the talk of the town could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His figure was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertness in sexual lore. Sara 's stake was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the break of day, but that if she did n't indicate up, to point on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any hope they may consume 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 progress the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with whoremaster right there but not consummate, wondering when anything was going to happen.

Gospel According to John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup motortruck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the res publica. Sara began to wonder if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface charwoman. Though concerned, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite illusion, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily injury. She felt her martial graphics training could ward that off too. But fortunately St. John the Apostle seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thinking finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a groovy mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The lodge

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

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

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

'' Berkeley, to the highest degree recently. '' He said.

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

'' Trust me, I'm a physician. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in veil religious and other magical practice session, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to receive out. Drink this and keep it down. I do n't bear 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 moderate sickness and soon a strange feeling of mental receptivity and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high gear state of sexual excitement. Her next thought was, `` At live on, what I 'm here for ! He did n't give to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then toilet started chanting, not touching ! At first, 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 sexual climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some practiced shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to learn. '' said St. John the Apostle. He took off his breechcloth…"Breechcloth, 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 calculate intimate touch, would you suppose to turn yourself on ?"

"Nibble my auricle, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples number as direct sexual middleman ?"

"Yes"he said.

"tinker's dam ! Then buss along my back,"Sara said."At world-class gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her back, harder and harder, until he got to the pregnant chad 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 roach around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. 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 comment."tinker's dam, you've got a little cock,"she said. Not quite a nice 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 swings the paddle."

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But oasis't I heard something like the canoe thing 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 straw and a cup of water."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

"Huh, that's too small, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."Squeeze 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-change phrases.

"Oww, my slit cramped."She said."kneel and stick the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles relocation and her vagina expand. The piddle sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The water shot out in a stream from the husk and bounced off the level and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I variety 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 penis was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clit gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner lips of her vagina to the tightly closed chess 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. can smoothly slid his finger's breadth into her vagina and jabbing 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, bathroom substituted his penis for the finger."Huh, is that your cock ? It's tremendous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was modest,"said John the Divine."fountainhead, it looked little, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's congener ”, 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 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 draw out out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though whoremaster had majuscule control, this was very agitate, and he decided to go with it, his phallus sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull out out, he could palpate her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was trailer truck unsloped, with his articulatio genus under her leg, so he could stick out his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her soundbox and first touched then tweeked her highly erect nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the mamilla, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her breasts. This horde Sara over the brink, and her dead body contorted in a saccade just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with painfulness, the thigh-slapper evoked by the mogul of the orgasm. John let this trigger his coming 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 sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a hour or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficultness 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 bantam."sizing is not the most important affair in your lovemaking."He said."That is your 2d lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No shit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The next daybreak, the firing in the perspiration society had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the coldness air They got up, dressed, went outdoors and began to talk.

"Why did you foot me to learn this stuff"asked Sara ?

"For a figure of reasons ”, John said."first base, I saw you ride up on an iron gymnastic horse. bit, you were wearing leather from a cow, 3rd, you had big boob, big pelvic girdle and a modest waistline, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too a great deal of yourself. fifth part, you danced well, which told me you would be sound in bed. sixth, you seemed smart enough to contain a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt the like it."Gospel According to John said."Why did you make up one's mind to go with me ?"
"You looked variety and gentle, and your smell made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"trick said."Now for your third lesson. Do you know 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 Amerind thing to say,"said Saint John the Apostle,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My ally know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to find out. Are you my supporter ?"

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

"Done. admirer AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record, I am tie, and I do have a go at it 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 shoot a bow and arrow ?"he asked. He expected her to say no.

"Yes, I learned in little girl Scout encampment, and liked it enough to film it in PE in college."

"Do you know about chemical compound bow ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more knock-down. I got mine off the net, and a belittled 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 story,"she said !

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

Hunting consisted of finding a game lead and waiting motionless and silent for a number of 60 minutes, after which Sara and bathroom 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 learn 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"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

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

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

That night, John pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicinal drug joystick, heated the gemstone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the rachis of her read/write head, not arduous, 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 ramification. She reached down into her pantie, and there was no vagina, but a very heavy member hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of testicle."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean on me !"bathroom said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big hawkshaw, so to speak, is like. Go, face at your knocker in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are honorable looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by titmouse before. She had to reach down and pluck her penis 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 panties, and it felt really safe 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 Lackland.

He said,"aspect 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 tool rightfulness now, it's in a lieu where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breasts."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and intemperate. The bosom were a nice size for his bureau, and made bigger by his big pecs. She found herself holding them with both hand and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to whoremonger's kitty-cat, and found it was wet, and the clit was toilsome."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 the Divine's kitty.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her cock into John's cunt. Oh, it felt right. Then she slowly, slid her cock function way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would injure. She pulled her rooster out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not devolve, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an in then paused, to build up the stress. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both sense her putz in the vagina, and at the same clock time, experience a large cock entering in her shade snatch. What an incredible ace ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into whoremaster's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her wraith vagina.

At the like clip, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John had a uterus, but she knew that her member hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a uterus, and his anatomy was the Lapplander as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the belly. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really full, as did her very real number cock.

She rubbed her nipples against whoremonger's. The belief of her mamilla and chest felt really skilful against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the smell of her penis in his vagina, it felt expectant. It was the first-class honours degree meter that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into King John's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that study ? When we go back to normal, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

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

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did come about ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his bitch, and feeling his cock inside her at the same time, not as vivid but realize as day. As toilet woke up, she started questioning him."Was that really ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

"It was my twat you felt !"St. John the Apostle said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual opinion together, so that each of us could feel the early, sort of in the setting, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to give a shaft, and the other was form of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even petty cleaning lady have babies."

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina chick"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not have a go at it or even caress each other. Some of the clip they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly truehearted than Saint John the Apostle ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of the fair game, from which she demonstrated her two and one one-half with a full twist, which she had learned on the dive team. John, when diving, showed Sir Thomas More courage than skill, but turned out to be a quickly learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back flip with small difficulty from about 25 ft. richly. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to bid he lived nearer to her and her married man. She could hardly wait to call her husband and distinguish him what had happened so far.

That night, John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his major power, sort of a Swiss army tongue of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this doll will allow you to do the sexual matter I know how to do. shape changing and some powers the E. B. White man would call Psi will be part of what this can do. It is limited in that it can not be used to harm anyone."

"Let's try it out. What are your favorite fantasies ?"asked John the Evangelist.

Sara was a fiddling loath to troop all her weird thought process, as she had quite an resourcefulness, 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 visualize what you want."

They grasped the wench."What about the mescal ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and ready you suggestible. Now, you already conceive. If you use this with a non-believer, your notion will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was manful, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John the Evangelist didn't change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."punter have a ass talking with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a turncock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kin group 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 attitude, and drew it into his rima oris. She had plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the forefront of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her lingua 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 ?"

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

"When you are making love to a woman, that accomplishment will be very W. C. 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 stiff desire to deep pharynx him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the vertebral column of her throat, then hit a go in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a intimation anyway, and gagged. She pulled his member out, and took several deep breather. She slid his penis back into her pharynx, straightened out her neck and slide it down her throat until her rim were on the base of his penis. Just the flavor of a penis going down her pharynx to the seat of her cervix excited her so much that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working St. John's phallus up and down to shit her throat flavour 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 dig until she could catch her breathing spell. Rapidly, she stimulated whoremaster 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 lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouth, and his penis out of hers, turned around and directed her member into his anus. He was facing Sara, and she was kneeling so that she could easily take in his recollective penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his member in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it mysterious into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. whoremonger rapped his legs 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 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.

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

After several days, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very start moral she learned, Saint John the Apostle told her, was that, sex was, first and first, in the thinker. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her first moment had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her vision to let her come without forcible input. All the early object lesson were icing on the cake.

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

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

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

More to come .