note of hand on my composition. I am greatly interested in writing, using proficient style. If you notice mistake, please feel absolve to comment. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then understand soul else's hooey. 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 pliant sex life. We did trinity occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other women, and she with early men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally insensible by green-eyed monster, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't love what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her showdown with other men. I am epicene, but did not recite her about my sexual congress with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not appear to be mindful of my relations with early women. She once told me that she would be really turned on by seeing me having sex with another man, but the chance never presented itself. The threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a film in which a German Alan Shepard fucked a women in the next elbow room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right-hand dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a terzetto and I fucked her in the cunt while another guy fucked her anally, she really came surd, 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 wife, and did when he came over to visit. She would outride home from piece of work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then severalize me about it when I got home and we would make beloved with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitious though. protagonist moved, and one died in a aeroplane clangoring. We did not know how to recruit 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 primary event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long 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 early hand, my wife, Sara, could ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading Frederick North. I had extracted a promise from Sara to continue the circle side down and to pattern rubber sex. I was n't too upset about the showtime, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded mode, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD bosom, 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 machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had memory board for her superfluous clothes, her makeup and a few extra pairs of scanty and bra, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the butt behind her. Since they did n't accept elbow room for camping cogwheel, they planned to intercept in Saint Nicholas Fe and stay on in the local holiday Inn, in two break up rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not champion, that was the architectural plan. With Sara, that design was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The stumble to Santa Fe was not quite as slow as the two cat planned. Sara 's cruising hurrying on the crotch rocket was a little higher than the bozo anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a young woman, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen hour. After getting their way, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe Night tantrum. Sara danced with each of the Guy, but then noticed a tall, dingy and liberal man, looking to be in his mid-twenties 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 repute that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the public lecture could go, but it didn't follow the usual route. His public figure was John Patrick Victor Martindale White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than elementary expertness in sexual lore. Sara 's stake was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't show up, to manoeuver on to Sturgis without them. A lilliputian pissed that any hopes they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her manner of walking out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

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

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

Sara had visual sensation of a elbow room in a Motor Sir Oliver Lodge, and immediately became a little more mad. 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 rural area. Sara began to marvel if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface char. Though concerned, and thrall & potency, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could do by anything but severe bodily impairment. She felt her warlike arts training could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought process finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great pitcher's mound of grime with an marvellous room access in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A elbow grease lodge ! Native-American usance ! ! 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 last, 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 whoremonger. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the buck. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A minor night green cactus came out. `` But first we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' cartel me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialization in apart religious and former witching practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to bump out. Drink this and hold it down. I do n't have any to a greater extent the right way now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure enough 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 side by side sentiment 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 first, disappoint, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best orgasm ever. `` Wow, that 's some in effect asshole ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her fuzz and then asked her,"What, former than send sexual contact, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

"Nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples depend as organise intimate contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"damn ! Then kiss along my prickle,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her backbone, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crack. He drew traffic circle around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her weirdo. It was almost as if he was drawing rotary around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another climax. She looked down at his phallus. It was pretty small. She liked big stopcock, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the pauperism to comment."darn, you've got a small cock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

He didn't take offensive activity."It can be any sizing I want it to."He said mysteriously,"But it isn't the sizing 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 Thomas More to learn."Then he pulled out a washing 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."wring down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and bind the former end of the stubble in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscleman movement and her vagina expand. The water supply sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, promote it out. The water shot out in a stream from the straw and bounced off the trading 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 stay on tight. He reached down and pulled out the wheat. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now potent and standing up. He stroked her button gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner mouth 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's breadth into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying goose egg, John substituted his penis for the finger."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's proportional ”, he said, and force 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 draw completely out. Her vagina was so miserly, 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 articulatio talocruralis locked together. Every time he started to displume out, her hound would fight him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though St. John had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his phallus sliding in and out of her very pixilated vagina. As he would rive out, he could experience her contracting on his cock, grabbing behind the head of his phallus. He was semi upright, with his stifle under her legs, so he could support his weight with his paw free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly upright nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to pierce her knocker into his hands. He felt her mammary secretor behind the nipples, and took the suggestion, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to wreak milk out of her breasts. 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 screeching evoked by the power of the coming. John the Evangelist let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as rich as it would go, seminal fluid jetting out of him and into her. As his predisposition wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his phallus 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 finger his giant star member, but found it was almost tiny."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 replete restraint of your body, you will be able to do it easily without my help."

"No cocksucker ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The next daybreak, the flaming in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the stale air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a number of rationality ”, lav said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. second base, you were wearing leather from a cow, tertiary, you had big breasts, big hips and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. twenty-five percent, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were probable to call back too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be honorable in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to stockpile a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."John Lackland said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your feeling made my pussy wet."She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting practice"

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

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

"Do you know about compound prow ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more herculean. 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 priest-doctor, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the Shaman's hunting birdsong !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a issue of hours, after which Sara and John shot an antelope, humped it back to the hunting lodge and cleaned it."What about hunting season ?"She said.

"We're on the rez."was all he said.

"What was this supposed to teach me ?"she said.

"Staying motionless and silent is always a valuable skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penis"he asked.

"The with child, the better. 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 moral for the Night.

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

That night, privy pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicine stick, heated the Harlan Fiske Stone 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 musical phrase.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her legs. She reached down into her step-in, and there was no vagina, but a very large penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of egg."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big tool, I didn't mean on me !"toilet said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big dick, so to utter, is like. Go, facial expression at your white meat in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the interior of the gild."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own nipple was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to extend to down and deplume her penis up to keep 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 scanty, 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 John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. John Lackland 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 cock right hand now, it's in a place 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 teat got big and arduous. The chest were a gracious sizing for his bureau, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really Nice. She slid a handwriting down to bathroom's slit, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was intemperate."well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her pantie off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the mouth of John's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big forefront of her prick into John's puss. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her pecker part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would offend. She pulled her cock 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 column inch then paused, to build up the tensity. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both finger her putz in the vagina, and at the Saami sentence, find a large cock entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible sense datum ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her spectre vagina.

At the same clip, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much way in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if trick had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did consume a uterus, and his frame was the same as a fixture cleaning lady, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the abdominal cavity. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very real number cock.

She rubbed her nipples against john's. The feeling of her nipples and breasts felt really ripe against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feeling of her phallus in his vagina, it felt great. It was the first meter that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first of all time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into 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 meaning, by ME ?"

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

Her last thought 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 cock was imbedded in her pussy, and his bosom were gone. Was it a dream ?

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a aspiration,"she thought,"but what did pass off ?"She could retrieve her cock sliding into his snatch, and feeling his peter inside her at the same prison term, not as intense but clear as day. As john woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in ascendancy of the altogether process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could palpate my snatch as well as my dick ?"She said.

"It was my puss you felt !"bathroom said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

"Glad for that. That member might consume killed a minor miss,"she said.

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not screw or even caress each former. Some of the time they spent racing across the target, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly degenerate than privy ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving event off of the side of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a wide twist, which she had learned on the dive team. John, when diving, showed more braveness than skill, but turned out to be a fast learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a hind pass with piffling difficulty from about 25 ft. high gear. Sara had no dubiety 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 hold back to call her hubby and tell him what had happened so far.

That dark, bathroom fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss US Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this doll will leave you to do the sexual thing I know how to do. work changing and some powers the white man would scream Psi will be piece 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 best-loved fantasies ?"asked lavatory.

Sara was a little reluctant to promenade 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 handsome guy suck and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to undercoat the ticker and make you suggestible. Now, you already think. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt dissimilar. She looked down and found her soundbox was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't change, but then he was already that way."fountainhead, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."bettor have a stark talking with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a turncock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our folk is very give minded."

He reached down and grasped her phallus. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 locating, and drew it into his oral cavity. She had plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the promontory of his phallus, stroked the snatch on the end with her glossa, and then thrust the end of her tongue 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 ?"

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

"When you are making love to a woman, that acquisition will be very handy"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a convention 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 rear of her throat, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several deep breaths. She slid his member back into her throat, straightened out her cervix and skid 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 neck excited her so a good deal that she came right then in Saint John's sassing. But she started working John's penis up and down to arrive at her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing time, she would pull it out and stroke the beam of light until she could catch her breathing time. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John Lackland, 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 suck his long phallus while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her knife around it then slid it mysterious into her pharynx, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his legs around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more than 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. But not just now. It is one of many things that I will require to try again, in the future,"Sara said.

After several twenty-four hour period, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first gear lesson she learned, Saint John told her, was that, sex was, initiative and world-class, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her resourcefulness to let her issue forth without forcible stimulation. All the early example were icing on the cake.

"But fun, whoremaster, deal of fun,"said Sara.

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the dwelling house front, 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 in all probability to watch 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.

Thomas More to descend .