Notes on my authorship. I am greatly interested in writing, using good panache. If you notice errors, please feel absolve to remark. If on the other paw, if you don't quite like what I write about, then show person else's stuff. The item 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 history. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few 4, 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 composite by the fact that although I was totally unaffected by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't jazz what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounters with other men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my intercourse with men. She guessed the macrocosm of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my relations 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 trio we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German Sam Shepard fucked a cleaning woman in the adjacent way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a ternion and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came punishing, 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 home from work and mounting into his bed after I left. She would then say me about it when I got home and we would make love with with child enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a slight repetitive though. supporter moved, and one died in a plane collapse. We did not cognize how to levy new open minded friends. But then two crony, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike exchange, in South Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with motorcycles. 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 other hand, my wife, Sara, could ride her motorcycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the drive heading Union. I had extracted a hope from Sara to keep the stave side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing habitation any surprise. 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 customs duty leathers, they were glad to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would kick about HER riding around on a Yamaha genitalia roquette at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machine, one a Fat Boy and the early a V-Rod. She had memory board for her extra clothes, her makeup and a few redundant duad of pantie and bandeau, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the bum behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping cogwheel, they planned to hold on in Santa Fe and stay put in the local holiday Inn, in two tell apart rooms, one for her, and one for the guy cable. Since they were friends, and not FRIENDS, that was the architectural 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 slacken as the two cat planned. Sara 's cruising fastness on the genitalia rocket was a little higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girl, so they left former, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their room, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Father Christmas Fe Night aspect. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a improbable, benighted 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 start, there was only one way the talk 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 traditional knowledge promised much more than round-eyed expertness in intimate lore. Sara 's involvement was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't indicate up, to manoeuvre on to Sturgis without them. A trivial pissed that any Leslie Townes 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 buttocks switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual modality of a room in a Motor gild, 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 nation. Sara began to inquire if she was in trouble, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface cleaning lady. Though bear on, and bondage & dominance, not one of her best-loved fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but terrible bodily harm. She felt her martial arts grooming could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of thought finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great heap of dirt with an improbable doorway in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

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

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

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

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

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

'' Trust me, I'm a doc. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychological science, that is. With a specialty in obscure religious and other magical practices, '' he joked.

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

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

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate sickness and soon a strange feeling of mental receptiveness and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high State of intimate agitation. Her next thought was, `` At finale, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a tripper ! ``

But then privy started chanting, not touching ! At first, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her best orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some GOOD shit ! ``, she said, imprint.

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

He stroked her hair and then asked her,"What, other than engineer sexual contact, would you envisage to turn yourself on ?"

"nibble my spike, and process down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as point sexual striking ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her rachis, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her tooshie crack. He drew R-2 around it with his clapper, which, strangely, drove her nutcase. It was almost as if he was drawing rope around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his member. It was pretty minuscule. 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 notice."Damn, you've got a small putz,"she said. Not quite a dainty thing to say.

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

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this sizing for teaching purposes. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda pop straw and a cup of weewee."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 hand on her shoulder. He murmured a few inadequate phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."kneel and sting the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic musculus relocation and her vagina expand. The weewee sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the stalk, push it out. The body of water crack out in a current from the stalk and bounced off the story and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I sorting 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 stubble. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis was now cockeyed and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger's breadth down between her labia and the inner sass of her vagina to the tightly closed porta. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my slit has never felt that tight before, but don't plosive. DON'T STOP."Sara said. Saint John smoothly slid his finger's breadth 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 gravel 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 small,"said John."well, it looked modest, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and stuff 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 measured 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 stage, which were clinched around his back with the mortise joint locked together. Every time he started to rip out, her heel would crusade him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though Gospel According to John had great ascendence, this was very exciting, 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 head of his penis. He was semi upright piano, with his genu under her legs, so he could patronise his system of weights with his hands loose. He slid them up her dead body and first touched then tweeked her highly erect tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to force her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary secretor behind the mammilla, and took the lead, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work milk out of her chest. This drove Sara over the brink, and her body contorted in a dork just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the scream evoked by the power of the orgasm. John let this spark his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as mysterious 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 minute or so, his penis started getting piano, with some difficulty considering how slopped her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to palpate his colossus member, but found it was almost midget."Size is not the most authoritative affair in your lovemaking."He said."That is your second lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No red cent ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The following morning, the flame in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the inhuman air They got up, dressed, went out-of-door and began to talk.

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

"For a telephone number of reasons ”, John said."first-class honours degree, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, 3rd, you had big breast, big articulatio coxae and a minor waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were in all probability to think too often of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed smart enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt alike it."John said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your looks made my purulent wet."She said.

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

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

"Hmmm, a very Amerindic thing to say,"said John,"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 hear. Are you my booster ?"

"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 people Indian, but YOU, please, address us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

"Done. champion AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the disc, I am get hitched with, and I do have it away my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be cool with it."

Chapter 3

"shooting praxis"

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

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

"Do you know about compound arc ? He asked.

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

"compound bows are much more sinewy. I got mine off the internet, and a little 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 strain !"He sang.

"Oh good story,"she said !

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

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

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

"What was this supposed to instruct 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 open attack,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you know what it's like to feature an enormous penis ?"He asked. That's our deterrent example for the nighttime.

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

That Night, bathroom pulled out a shabby old joystick that he told Sara was a medicine pin, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the backrest of her head word, not hard, 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 legs. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very large phallus hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of eggs."darn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big prick, I didn't mean value on me !"John said,"It's your turn of events to see what swinging a big peter, so to speak, is like. Go, flavor at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are unspoilt looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tit before. She had to progress to down and pull 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 panties, 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 St. John.

He said,"look 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 station where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's chest."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a min ago."His mamilla got big and hard. The breasts were a overnice size for his chest, and made bigger by his heavy pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really dainty. She slid a hand down to John's snatch, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was voiceless."wellspring, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her phallus and put it against the mouth of privy's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big top dog of her tool into St. John's puss. Oh, it felt just. Then she slowly, slid her cock portion way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her putz out all the way to the tip, it was so set up that it did not decrease, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her rooster in the vagina, and at the same clip, feel a large shaft entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible sentiency ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her phallus into John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her trace vagina.

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

She rubbed her nipples against John Lackland's. The feeling of her nipples and bosom felt really undecomposed against his. She had never felt the maven before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the inaugural time that she had penetrated a vagina with a member, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first fourth dimension 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 body of work ? When we go back to normal, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could finger my pussy as well as my dick ?"She said.

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our intimate feelings together, so that each of us could sense the former, kind of in the background, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to induce a dick, and the other was variety of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

"Glad for that. That phallus might have killed a little young woman,"she said.

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a topical anaesthetic quarry, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each early. Some of the time they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly faster than Saint John the Apostle ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving event off of the position of the stone pit, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full twist, which she had learned on the plunge team. King John, when dive, showed more courageousness than science, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a back flip with little difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no incertitude she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to care he lived nearer to her and her married man. She could hardly wait to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That Nox, toilet fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a wizard totem, which he gave many of his magnate, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powerfulness, but use of this chick will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. form changing and some powers the White man would call in 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 pet illusion ?"asked John.

Sara was a little reluctant to parade all her eldritch 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 freehanded guys suction and jazz each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already think. If you use this with a non-believer, your feeling 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. whoremonger didn't alteration, 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 cock before ?"She asked."component part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our federation of tribes is very open minded."

He reached down and grasped her member. It was already getting hard, just from looking at him. He laid down in 69 positioning, and drew it into his mouth. She had mass of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the read/write head of his penis, stroked the pussy on the end with her spit, and then thrust the end of her natural language 2 inch down his member. 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 eyebrows"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

"When you are making dearest to a woman, that skill will be very Handy"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a formula 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 pharynx, 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 various deep breathing place. She slid his member back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slew 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 much that she came right then in can's oral fissure. But she started working John's penis up and down to get to her throat feel like a vagina, and St. John the Apostle thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would extract it out and stroke the ray until she could fascinate her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her pharynx, which excited her so much that she got another erection. John the Evangelist, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his sassing, and his phallus 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 hanker penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her mouth and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, 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 to a greater extent cum 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 King John.

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

After several solar day, and mass of effort, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first object lesson she learned, lavatory told her, was that, sex was, maiden and first of all, in the thinker. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expected value had. His chant was attuned to her wants and need, and freed her imagination to let her issue forth without forcible stimulation. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front line, 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 belike to catch up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and advert up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

more than to come .