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The Shaman 1

By Mod Man copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex biography. We did trine occasionally, and a few quartet, 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 make out what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her skirmish with other men. I am bisexual person, but did not tell apart her about my copulation with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other cleaning lady. 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 threesomes we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a movie in which a German Shepard fucked a women in the adjacent room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the proper dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a deuce-ace and I fucked her in the pussy while another guy fucked her anally, she really came heavily, 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 chaffer. She would bide home from work and raise into his bed after I left. She would then state me about it when I got home and we would hold love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex sprightliness had become a little repetitive though. booster moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not fuck how to recruit new receptive minded supporter. But then two brother, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike Rally, in South Dakota was the main outcome in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a workweek long political 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 ride her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next matter, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to prevent the round side down and to praxis secure sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her bringing nursing home any surprisal. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded elbow room, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD tits, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to possess her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would kvetch about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road auto, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra dress, her constitution and a few supernumerary twosome of panties and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the buns behind her. Since they did n't let elbow room for camping train, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and stay in the local Holiday Inn, in two severalise suite, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not FRIENDS, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not be after any threesomes.

The trip-up to Santa Fe was not quite as slacken as the two Guy planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch skyrocket was a little higher than the guy wire anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a lady friend, so they left betimes, averaged over 90 mph and got there before well-chosen hour. After getting their elbow room, they headed to a well-known bar in the Saint Nick Fe night aspect. Sara danced with each of the hombre, but then noticed a tall, grim and handsome man, looking to be in his twenty dollar bill 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 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 John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than wide-eyed expertise in sexual 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 lead on to Sturgis without them. A footling pissed that any hopes they may feature had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the threshold, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Army of the Pure go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor club, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup hand truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the state. Sara began to wonder if she was in bother, remembering the many movies she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and bondage & authorisation, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could address anything but grave bodily harm. She felt her martial arts training 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 mound of dirt with an tall door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

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

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

'' When did I predict you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a minuscule bag she had n't noticed before ... A small darkness green cactus came out. `` But first-class honours degree we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

'' As in UC Berkeley ? What's your point ? '' 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 wizard drill, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to notice out. booze 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 sign, I guess. ”, and, pretty surely she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed curb nausea and soon a unknown feeling of genial receptivity and clearness. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high body politic of intimate excitement. Her next thought was, `` At lastly, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a stumble ! ``

But then John 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 expert sexual climax ever. `` Wow, that 's some respectable SOB ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

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

"nybble my ears, and cultivate down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples consider as direct intimate impinging ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then osculate along my spine,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spikelet, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her march snap. He drew circles around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing R-2 around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty small. 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 demand to comment."red cent, you've got a lowly cock,"she said. Not quite a nice 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 paddler swings the paddle."

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

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My phallus's this size of it for teaching purposes. You have more than to learn."Then he pulled out a soda wheat and a cup of water."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

"Huh, that's too low, 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 short phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."kneel and stay the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscles move and her vagina expand. The piddle sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, advertize it out. The water shot out in a stream from the straw and bounced off the floor and made a puddle.

"I didn't know I could do that. I variety of came when I did,"She said.

"You can't, without my help… Yet !"He said. Her vagina stayed tight. He reached down and pulled out the wheat. Her vagina tightened up even more. His phallus was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner rim of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my twat has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and jabbing it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you vex it SO deep."Saying nothing, 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 pocket-size,"said can."Well, it looked small, but it feels BIG."She said.

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and thrust it in as far as it would go."Oh my God, that's going in cryptic ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being measured not to let it pull 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 stage, which were clinched around his back with the ankles locked together. Every time he started to pull out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had enceinte command, this was very sex, and he decided to go with it, his phallus sliding in and out of her very blotto vagina. As he would deplumate out, he could feel her contracting on his ray, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his genu under her legs, so he could support his system of weights with his script free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly vertical nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to push up her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the tit, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to solve Milk River out of her white meat. This horde Sara over the brink, and her body contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with nuisance, the scream evoked by the king of the climax. John the Divine let this activate his sexual climax too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitiveness wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a min or so, his penis started getting diffuse, with some difficulty considering how sozzled her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant penis, but found it was almost tiny."Size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your instant lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No dogshit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The future dayspring, the blast in the sweat indian lodge had gone out and the careen had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went alfresco and began to talk.

"Why did you clean me to teach this poppycock"asked Sara ?

"For a figure of understanding ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, thirdly, you had big breasts, big pelvis and a small waistline, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were in all likelihood to conceive too often of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be commodity in bed. Sixth, you seemed overbold enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."John said."Why did you adjudicate to go with me ?"
"You looked variety and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

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

"My admirer know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to get wind. Are you my supporter ?"

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

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

Chapter 3

"shooting practice"

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

"Yes, I learned in female child sentry encampment, and liked it enough to take 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 with a tendon drawstring,"she asked ?

"Compound bowing 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 shaman, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the priest-doctor's hunting vocal !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

hunting consisted of finding a game track and waiting motionless and silent for a number of minute, after which Sara and 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 attainment, 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 fire,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big phallus"he asked.

"The bigger, the break. 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 deterrent example 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 back 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 panties and down between her legs. She reached down into her scanty, and there was no vagina, but a very large member hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of eggs."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big rooster, I didn't mean on me !"John said,"It's your good turn to see what swinging a big hawkshaw, so to address, is like. Go, look at your knocker in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her phallus was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to contact down and take out her member up to go along it from being kinked. It was really long, foresighted than the tenacious that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her panties, and it felt really good to bear on it. But as sexy as she saw herself in the mirror, obviously, she couldn't fuck herself, and she had no vagina. She said something to John Lackland.

He said,"look 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 putz right now, it's in a space 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 operose. The white meat were a nice size for his bureau, and made bigger by his expectant pecs. She found herself holding them with both hand and they felt really decent. She slid a hand down to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was unvoiced."fountainhead, 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 guess your penis will fit in there. It is very midst,"said John.

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

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

She pushed the big brain of her prick into John the Evangelist's slit. Oh, it felt honest. Then she slowly, slid her rooster part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so set up that it did not settle, 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 find her cock in the vagina, and at the Sami time, find a vauntingly cock entering in her trace puss. 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 ghost vagina.

At the same time, it felt really unspoilt. She didn't know there was that a lot 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 take a womb, and his figure was the same as a regular woman, the vagina extended past the possibility 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 ripe, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John's. The look of her nipples and breasts felt really sound against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the look of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the first off clock 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 home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of semen into bathroom's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that work ? When we go back to convention, 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, and they both went to sleep.

Her last sentiment was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to put out 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 boob were gone. Was it a dreaming ?

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a dreaming,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his puss, and feeling his cock inside her at the Saami clock time, not as intense but clear as day. As privy woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real number ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in control of the unanimous mental process ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual intuitive feeling together, so that each of us could sense the early, form of in the desktop, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to have a cock, and the former was sorting of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little woman 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 prey, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even fondle 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 side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full device, which she had learned on the diving squad. privy, when diving event, showed Thomas More courage than skill, but turned out to be a quick scholar and mastered a forward one and one half and a back somersault with little difficultness from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no dubiety she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to care he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to prognosticate her husband and recite him what had happened so far.

That night, John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his king, sorting of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not instruct you all of my business leader, but use of this dolly will allow you to do the intimate things I know how to do. work changing and some office the white man would hollo Psi will be part of what this can do. It is limited in that it can not be used to harm anyone."

"Let's try it out. What are your favorite fantasy ?"asked Gospel According to John.

Sara was a piffling reluctant to troop all her uncanny cerebration, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very turned on nature. So she told one of her milder ace."I have always wanted to see two well-favored guys suck and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the mescal ?"She said."Oh, that was just to undercoat the ticker and name you suggestible. Now, you already believe. 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 consistency was manful, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. lavatory didn't change, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."wagerer have a tush talk with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a prick before ?"She asked."office of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our kinship group is very open 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 plenty of experience sucking a penis, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head word of his penis, stroked the twat on the end with her glossa, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his phallus. This didn't scathe him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even potential.

So she asked,"How could I do that ?"

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

"When you are making passion to a woman, that skill will be very W. C. Handy"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his member, which she noticed was now a normal girth but very long. She suddenly had a impregnable desire to deep pharynx him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the back of her throat, then hit a bit in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breather anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took various deep intimation. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck opening and slew it down her throat until her lips were on the fundament of his penis. Just the tactile property of a penis going down her throat to the derriere of her neck excited her so a lot that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's phallus up and down to make believe her throat look like a vagina, and St. John the Apostle thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breathing space, she would root for it out and stroke the shaft until she could bewitch her breath. Rapidly, she stimulated privy until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so a good deal that she got another erection. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his oral cavity, 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 long penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his penis in her oral fissure and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her pharynx, sliding it in and out rapidly. John rapped his wooden leg around her and arched his rear. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more seed 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 St. John.

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

After various days, and lots of effort, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very number one lesson she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, first and first of all, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expected value had. His chant was attuned to her wants and want, and freed her imagination to let her fall without physical stimulation. All the other object lesson were icing on the cake.

"But fun, can, Lot of fun,"said Sara.

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the rest home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to enjoin that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was likely to catch up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and pay heed up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to make out .