Notes on my piece of writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using secure style. If you notice errors, delight feel unloose to comment. If on the early hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then study soul else's poppycock. 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 flexible sex life. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few quaternary, but what we dreamed about doing was much to a greater extent adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with other women, and she with other men, but it was made more coordination compound 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 lie with what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounter with other men. I am bisexual, but did not severalise her about my dealings with men. She guessed the beingness of those relations, but did not appear to be mindful of my relations with other cleaning woman. 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 language Shepard fucked a women in the following way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the aright dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome 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 visit. She would stay menage from study and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would build love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a petty repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not bed how to recruit new open minded friends. But then two chum, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike rallying, in southward Dakota was the independent event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a calendar week long party with motorcycle. We had two motorcycles. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the former hand, my wife, Sara, could tease her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next matter, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the drive heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the round side down and to practice condom 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 path, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD mammilla, neatly in-cased in her tradition leathers, they were well-chosen to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would plain about HER riding around on a Yamaha privates Eruca sativa at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had reposition for her superfluous clothes, her makeup and a few extra pairs of panties and bras, and some early clobber in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't stimulate elbow room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and ride out in the local Holiday Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guy wire. Since they were friends, and not champion, that was the architectural plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The tripper to Santa Fe was not quite as tardily as the two guy cable planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch arugula was a picayune higher than the cat anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen hour. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Kriss Kringle Fe night setting. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a marvellous, morose and handsome 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 key, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the reputation that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the talk of the town could go, but it didn't follow the usual path. His name was can tweed Eagle, and he claimed to be a priest-doctor. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than bare expertness in intimate lore. Sara 's interest 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 guide on to Sturgis without them. A fiddling pissed that any hope they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her ass switching back and forth.

Sara and Gospel According to John headed to her elbow room, but again, matter did not progress the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into shorts and a shirt, with John right there but not utter, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor hunting lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his pick-me-up motortruck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the area. Sara began to wonder if she was in trouble, remembering the many motion-picture show she had seen where the American Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though touch, and thrall & laterality, not one of her favorite fancy, she was convinced she could do by anything but austere bodily trauma. She felt her martial arts grooming could ward that off too. But fortunately John the Evangelist seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of idea finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a large mound of turd with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' confidence me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a strength in obscure religious and early sorcerous practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. imbibe this and preserve it down. I do n't have any more mightily now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty for certain she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a strange feel of mental receptivity and lucidness. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a gamey state of sexual excitement. Her next opinion was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip-up ! ``

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

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

He stroked her hairsbreadth and then asked her,"What, other than direct sexual contact, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

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

"Yes"he said.

"red cent ! Then snog along my sticker,"Sara said."At showtime gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her fanny 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 clit. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another climax. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty little. She liked big rooster, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the demand to notice."hoot, you've got a small dick,"she said. Not quite a squeamish thing to say.

He didn't take offense."It can be any size of it I want it to."He said mysteriously,"But it isn't the size of the canoe. It's the way the canoeist lilt the paddle."

"Oops, sorry I said that, it just came out,"she said."But seaport'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 purposes. You have Sir Thomas More to learn."Then he pulled out a soda straw and a cup of body 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."clinch down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

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

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and hold fast the early end of the pale yellow in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, fight it out. The water shot out in a stream from the chaff and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

"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 sloshed and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner brim of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my slit has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. whoremaster smoothly slid his digit 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 baffle it SO deep."Saying nothing, St. John substituted his penis for the fingerbreadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small,"said can."fountainhead, it looked small-scale, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and hurtle 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 rend completely out. Her vagina was so soused, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her branch, which were clinched around his rachis with the ankles locked together. Every metre he started to overstretch out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though whoremaster had great dominance, this was very rouse, 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 feel her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the chief of his phallus. He was tractor trailer upright, with his knees under her legs, so he could patronize his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her torso and first touched then tweeked her highly erect nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to hurl her white meat into his hands. He felt her mammary secreter behind the nipple, and took the soupcon, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her breasts. This swarm 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 belly laugh evoked by the power of the orgasm. bathroom let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as cryptic as it would go, cum jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitiveness wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a second or so, his penis started getting cushy, with some difficulty 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 petite."size of it is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your second lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"almost of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain wax control of your consistence, you will be able-bodied to do it easily without my help."

"No turd ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The succeeding daybreak, the fire in the fret hunting lodge had gone out and the rock candy had cooled off. They were woken by the insensate air They got up, dressed, went away and began to talk.

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

"For a numeral of ground ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an atomic number 26 horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big knocker, big hips and a small waistline, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. fourth part, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too much of yourself. twenty percent, you danced well, which told me you would be well in bed. Sixth, you seemed smart enough to carry 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 kind and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third lesson. Do you roll in the hay 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 Amerindic thing to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to get a line ?"

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

"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 Indian, but YOU, please, visit us native-Americans. We both know Amerindian language live in India."

"Done. Quaker AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record book, I am get hitched with, and I do lie with my married man. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool down with it."

Chapter 3

"shooting drill"

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

"Yes, I learned in missy Scout clique, and liked it adequate to guide it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound bows ? He asked.

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

"Compound prow are much more powerful. 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 shaman, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the shaman's hunting song !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

After spending a few 60 minutes familiarizing Sara with a chemical compound bow, into the pickup motortruck and off they went.

Hunting consisted of finding a game lead and waiting motionless and silent for a number of hr, after which Sara and Saint John shot an antelope, humped it back to the lodge and cleaned it."What about hunting time of year ?"She said.

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

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

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

She whacked him on the arm."Oh, shady"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 penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you sleep together what it's like to ingest an enormous penis ?"He asked. That's our lesson for the Nox.

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

That night, John the Divine pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medical specialty stick, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her head word, not hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more idiomatic expression.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very magnanimous penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testis the size of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your routine to see what swinging a big dick, so to utter, is like. Go, flavour at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the hunting lodge."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 tits before. She had to strain down and pull her phallus up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the longsighted that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her pantie, and it felt really beneficial to partake 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,"facial expression 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 right now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breast."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a second ago."His mammilla got big and hard. The bosom were a prissy size for his chest, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both deal and they felt really skillful. She slid a hand down to John's kitty-cat, and found it was wet, and the button was hard."Well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the rima oris of John's kitty-cat.

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

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

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

She pushed the big principal of her cock into can's cunt. Oh, it felt adept. Then she slowly, slid her stopcock region way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would injure. She pulled her prick out all the way to the tip, it was so vertical that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an in then paused, to build up the latent hostility. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both experience her turncock in the vagina, and at the Saami time, find a turgid cock entering in her spectre cunt. What an incredible sense experience ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into privy's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same time, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much way in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if can had a uterus, but she knew that her phallus hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a womb, and his bod was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the initiative to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the abdomen. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her touch vagina felt really good, as did her very real number cock.

She rubbed her nipple against John's. The feeling of her teat and breasts felt really near against his. She had never felt the sense impression before, and coupled with the smell of her phallus in his vagina, it felt great. It was the maiden clock time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first gear clock time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of semen into lavatory's vagina.

"promise 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 toilet, 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 backbreaking to expl…"and she fell fast asleep.

When they woke up, his putz was imbedded in her kitty-cat, and his titty were gone. Was it a aspiration ?

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did come about ?"She could commend her shaft sliding into his pussy, and feeling his cock inside her at the Sami time, not as intense but clear as day. As Saint John the Apostle woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

"well, I really like knocker,"he said.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my snatch as well as my putz ?"She said.

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

"How does that exploit ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even niggling 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 anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not get laid or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the fair game, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the position of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full construction, which she had learned on the diving team. can, when dive, showed more bravery than skill, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back somersaulting with picayune difficulty from about 25 ft. luxuriously. Sara had no question she liked this guy. He showed natural endowment at a lot of thing. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That dark, privy fashioned a Kachina dolly. This was a witching totem, which he gave many of his tycoon, sort of a Swiss people Army knife of Pueblo and Navaho lore.

"I can not learn you all of my powers, but use of this doll will allow you to do the intimate things I know how to do. Shape changing and some powers the clean man would telephone 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 favored phantasy ?"asked John.

Sara was a petty reluctant to parade 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 unity."I have always wanted to see two good-looking guys suck and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the mescaline ?"She said."Oh, that was just to ground the heart and produce you suggestible. Now, you already trust. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the wench and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt unlike. She looked down and found her soundbox was manly, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn't variety, but then he was already that way."well, 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 shaft before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our kindred is very undetermined minded."

He reached down and grasped her phallus. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 position, and drew it into his mouth. She had batch of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his penis. This didn't trauma 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 eyebrows"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making love to a woman, that acquisition 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 phallus, 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 back of her throat, then hit a turning 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 breathing space. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slew it down her throat until her lip were on the base of his penis. Just the feel of a phallus going down her throat to the rear of her neck excited her so much that she came right then in john's back talk. But she started working John's member up and down to make her throat feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing space, she would pull it out and stroke the dick until she could enamor her breathing place. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an sexual climax in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. whoremonger, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouthpiece, and his member 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 give suck his yearn penis while fucking his anus. She put the pass of his penis in her rima oris and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his peg around her and arched his backrest. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more ejaculate into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the cap,"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 Gospel According to John.

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

After several days, and lots of perspiration, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first-class honours degree lesson she learned, John the Divine told her, was that, sex was, first and world-class, in the idea. The Lophophora williamsii hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagination to let her amount without forcible foreplay. All the former lessons were icing on the bar.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front man, 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 care and that Sara was likely 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.

to a greater extent to come .