Notes on my writing. I am greatly matter to in writing, using good style. If you notice fault, delight palpate gratuitous to remark. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then register someone 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 married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life history. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with early women, and she with other men, but it was made more complex by the fact that although I was totally unaffected by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in 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 skirmish with former men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the universe of those relations, but did not seem to be mindful of my copulation with former 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 triplet we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German language Sam Shepard fucked a women in the next elbow room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right field dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a III and I fucked her in the pussy 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 chit-chat. She would abide household from piece of work 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 great enthusiasm.

Our sex life-time had become a little insistent though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not fuck how to levy new open minded friend. 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 main outcome in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a 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 hand, my wife, Sara, could rally her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading due north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the rhythm side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home plate any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded slipway, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD bosom, neatly in-cased in her impost leathers, they were happy to have her along, if just as eye confect. 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 computer memory for her extra apparel, her constitution and a few duplicate couple of panties and bra, and some early stuff in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't stimulate way for camping gear, they planned to block in Santa Fe and last out in the local anesthetic Holiday Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were Quaker, and not champion, that was the plan. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The trip-up to Santa Fe was not quite as tardily as the two guy planned. Sara 's cruising upper on the genitalia rocket was a little higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't front not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy 60 minutes. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe Nox vista. Sara danced with each of the guy wire, but then noticed a magniloquent, dark and handsome man, looking to be in his XX and a native-American. She asked him to trip the light fantastic 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 offset, there was only one way the public lecture could go, but it didn't follow the common path. His name was John White bird of Jove, 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 interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the sunup, but that if she did n't demo up, to direct on to Sturgis without them. A lilliputian plastered 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 stub switching back and forth.

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

John said,"LET 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 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 wonder if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and thralldom & dominance, not one of her darling fantasies, she was convinced she could address anything but knockout bodily harm. She felt her warlike arts education could ward that off too. But fortunately whoremaster seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chemical chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a with child mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The inn

"Lodge ? A sweat Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. bathroom tossed a bucket of water on an already hot heap of stones.

'' fill off your clothes '', he said. At cobbler's last, something she understood ... Or thought she did. But when lav squatted down and began chanting, she lost her patience. `` Where is the dandy native-American sex you promised me ? ``

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked can. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a humble bag she had n't noticed before ... A small iniquity super C 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 ? ''

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

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

'' trust me, I'm a physician. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a long suit in obscure religious and other witching practice session, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to ascertain out. Drink this and preserve 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 receptiveness and uncloudedness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high country of sexual excitement. Her succeeding thought process was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't sustain to drug me ... But, what a misstep ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At 1st, discomfited, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some dependable dickhead ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her pilus and then asked her,"What, early than direct intimate liaison, would you imagine to grow yourself on ?"

"Nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples bet as take sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"tinker's damn ! Then kiss along my backbone,"Sara said."At first-class honours degree gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crack. He drew forget me drug around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing circles around her clit. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty lowly. She liked big peter, 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 damn, you've got a low cock,"she said. Not quite a nice thing to say.

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

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My phallus's this size for teaching determination. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda chaff 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 manus on her shoulder. He murmured a few dead phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."kneeling and vex the former end of the stalk in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscular tissue motility and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the drinking straw, push it out. The weewee barb out in a stream from the husk and bounced off the story and made a pool.

"I didn't know I could do that. I kind 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 phallus was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clit gently, and slid his digit down between her labia and the interior mouth of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my kitty has never felt that tight before, but don't hitch. 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 digit ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying nothing, John substituted his member 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 minuscule,"said John."Well, it looked small, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's congener ”, he said, and lunge it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in recondite ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being deliberate not to let it displume completely out. Her vagina was so sozzled, 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 clock time he started to draw in out, her heels would fight him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had great ascendence, this was very shake, and he decided to go with it, his member sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull in out, he could feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the brain of his penis. He was trucking rig just, with his knees under her legs, so he could support his weighting with his work force free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly erect tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to pierce her tit into his deal. He felt her mammary glands behind the mammilla, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her breasts. This drove Sara over the brink, and her physical structure contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain in the ass, the scream evoked by the ability of the orgasm. John Lackland let this spark his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as cryptic 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 instant or so, his penis started getting diffuse, with some trouble considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his gargantuan member, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most of import thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your sec lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"Most of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain wide-cut ascendency of your organic structure, 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 mind blowing orgasm. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The adjacent aurora, the fervor in the sweat auberge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the dusty air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a number of reason ”, John said."low gear, I saw you ride up on an branding iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big breasts, big hips and a lowly waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were belike to think too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to behave 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 form and gentle, and your feel made my kitty-cat wet."She said.

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

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

"Hmmm, a very Red Indian affair to say,"said lav,"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 friend ?"

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

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

Chapter 3

"shot praxis"

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

"Yes, I learned in girlfriend Scout camp, and liked it adequate 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 tree with a brawn string,"she asked ?

"Compound arc are much more powerful. I got mine off the net, and a pocket-size 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 song !"He sang.

"Oh good story,"she said !

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

Hunting consisted of finding a secret plan trail and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hours, after which Sara and bathroom shot an antelope, humped it back to the 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 worthful skill, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

"The swelled, the better. I'm a size of it queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you sleep with what it's like to throw 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 pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicine stick, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the spine of her head, not intemperately, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrases.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her pantie and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very enceinte penis hanging between her stage. She had a scrotum too, with orchis the size of bollock."red cent, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean on me !"John Lackland said,"It's your go to see what swinging a big tool, so to speak, is like. Go, flavour at your knocker in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the order."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to reach down and get out her phallus up to save it from being kinked. It was really long, recollective 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 John.

He said,"face at me"and gestured between his peg. 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 cock right now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked privy's boob."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a mo ago."His nipples got big and intemperate. The breasts were a squeamish sizing for his chest of drawers, and made great by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really skillful. She slid a hand down to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was hard."fountainhead, 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 St. John's pussy.

"Careful, I don't think your member will fit in there. It is very thick,"said privy.

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

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

She pushed the big nous of her cock into lavatory's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her dick part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would offend. She pulled her turncock out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not hang, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to make up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both palpate her cock in the vagina, and at the same time, feel a magnanimous cock entering in her trace pussy. What an unbelievable sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her member into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghostwriter vagina.

At the like fourth dimension, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that a good deal 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 womb, and his anatomy was the same as a regular char, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the stomach. 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 nipples against John's. The flavor of her nipples and chest felt really good against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt heavy. It was the start time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first time he hit a nursing 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 work ? When we go back to normal, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

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

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did befall ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his puss, and feeling his cock inside her at the same fourth dimension, not as intense but shed light on as day. As Saint John the Apostle woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in ascendency of the whole outgrowth ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could sense my pussy as well as my prick ?"She said.

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

"How does that operate ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

"Glad for that. That penis might accept killed a smaller girl,"she said.

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even piddling 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 topical anesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not get laid or even caress each former. Some of the clip they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly riotous than John ; outdoing him satisfied her free-enterprise nature. They did some dive off of the side of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full kink, which she had learned on the diving team. John Lackland, when diving, showed more courageousness than skill, but turned out to be a warm learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back somersaulting with little difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to wish well he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to phone her husband and recount him what had happened so far.

That nighttime, privy fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss people ground forces knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my power, but use of this doll will give up you to do the sexual things I know how to do. work changing and some powers the 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 front-runner illusion ?"asked lavatory.

Sara was a petty reluctant to parade all her weird thought, as she had quite an imagery, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder unity."I have always wanted to see two better-looking guys suck and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the mescal ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already trust. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the doll 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 change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a stern talking with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our tribe is very loose 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 penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his phallus, stroked the cunt on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his phallus. 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 ?"

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

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

"I've never made making 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 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 phallus into the back of her pharynx, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a hint anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took various bass breathing place. She slid his penis back into her pharynx, straightened out her cervix and slip it down her throat until her lips were on the alkali of his phallus. Just the look of a penis going down her throat to the bottom of her neck excited her so a great deal that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's penis up and down to relieve oneself her throat spirit like a vagina, and John Lackland thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of hint, she would commit it out and stroke the shot until she could pick up her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated can until he came to an sexual climax in her throat, which excited her so a good deal that she got another erection. Saint John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricator on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouth, 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 suck his yearn phallus while fucking his anus. She put the head of his phallus in her mouth and ran her lingua around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. john rapped his legs around her and arched his spine. 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 lavatory.

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

After various days, and band of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first example she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and frontmost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her come without strong-arm stimulation. All the former lessons were icing on the cake.

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

"Now it's fourth dimension for you to go,"said John. With that, they jumped in St. John the Apostle's pickup and went back to the hotel. Sara's motorcycle was still there, and privy smiled and waved as she rode out of Father Christmas Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home plate front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to recount that Sara had run off with an Native American, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was probable to see up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and attend up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

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