Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using honest expressive style. If you notice errors, please palpate free to annotate. If on the former hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then show someone else's material. The point of what I am writing, is to be titillating, 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 three occasionally, and a few quaternity, 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 unaffected by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't know what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her encounters with other men. I am bisexual, but did not say her about my relations with men. She guessed the existence of those relations, but did not appear to be aware of my sexual relation 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 opportunity never presented itself. The ternion we had never were with bisexual men. We saw a flick in which a High German Shepard fucked a women in the side by side room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right 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 backbreaking, but this only happened once. The former guy though it was too gay, and didn't want to try it again, although he was perfectly glad fucking my wife, and did when he came over to claver. She would stay on home from work and climbing into his bed after I left. She would then secernate me about it when I got home and we would make honey with slap-up enthusiasm.

Our sex living had become a little insistent though. admirer moved, and one died in a planing machine crash. We did not know how to levy new spread out minded supporter. But then two pal, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis motorcycle Rally, in south Dakota was the main event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long political 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 other paw, my wife, Sara, could depend upon her cycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the private road heading northward. I had extracted a promise from Sara to maintain the round side down and to practice session dependable sex. I was n't too worried about the first, but I didn't want her delivery home any surprise. Doug and Phil were not mindful of our open-minded room, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD teat, neatly in-cased in her usage leathers, they were happy to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would sound off about HER riding around on a Yamaha privates rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road simple machine, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storage for her supererogatory wearing apparel, her makeup and a few special couple of panty and brassiere, and some other poppycock in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear, they planned to arrest in Santa Fe and ride out in the local anaesthetic holiday Inn, in two separate rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were friends, and not supporter, that was the design. With Sara, that design was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The slip to Santa Fe was not quite as irksome as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the privates Eruca vesicaria sativa was a fiddling in high spirits than the bozo anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a girlfriend, so they left former, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their room, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe night shot. Sara danced with each of the guy, but then noticed a tall, dark 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 pigment, 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 talking could go, but it didn't follow the usual itinerary. His figure was John Lackland tweed eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in sexual traditional knowledge. 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 head on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any hopes they may have 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 John headed to her room, but again, things did not march on the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into short pants and a shirt, with John the Divine right there but not agaze, wondering when anything was going to happen.

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visual sensation of a room in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more charge. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his pickup motortruck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the nation. Sara began to enquire if she was in trouble, remembering the many flick she had seen where the Red Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface adult female. Though occupy, and slavery & say-so, not one of her favorite fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily scathe. She felt her martial artistry training could ward that off too. But fortunately trick seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of opinion finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a nifty hill of crap with an unconvincing door in it.

Chapter 2
The social club

"Lodge ? A travail guild ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a pail of piss on an already hot plenty of stones.

'' Take off your dress '', he said. At end, something she understood ... Or thought she did. But when John squatted down and began chanting, she lost her patience. `` Where is the peachy native-American sex you promised me ? ``

'' When did I assure you that ? '' asked King John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a modest bag she had n't noticed before ... A belittled shadow 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, nigh recently. '' He said.

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

'' reliance me, I'm a MD. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in unsung religious and other wizard practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to get hold out. drink this and go along it down. I do n't have any Sir Thomas More properly now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a hammering, I guess. ”, and, pretty for certain she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed soften nausea and soon a strange feeling of mental receptivity and lucidity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high gear state of sexual excitement. Her next thought was, `` At go, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a slip ! ``

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

'' Now you begin to determine. '' said lavatory. 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, former than direct sexual liaison, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

"nibble my spike, and exercise down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as direct sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"red cent ! Then kiss along my spine,"Sara said."At first of all gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her vertebral column, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her backside pass. He drew circles around it with his spit, which, strangely, drove her weirdo. It was almost as if he was drawing circles around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty diminished. 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 motive to comment."Damn, you've got a minuscule cock,"she said. Not quite a overnice thing to say.

He didn't take offence."It can be any size 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 harbour't I heard something like the canoe thing before ?"

"Sure, the palefaces stole it from us"he said."My penis's this size of it for teaching role. You have to a greater extent to learn."Then he pulled out a sodium carbonate drinking straw and a cup of water."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

"Huh, that's too belittled, 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 hired hand on her shoulder. He murmured a few shortsighted phrases.

"Oww, my twat cramped."She said."Kneel and stick the other end of the stalk in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscularity move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the husk, push it out. The pee snapshot out in a stream from the stalk 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 pissed and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner lips of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it.

"Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don't stop. DON'T STOP."Sara said. Gospel According to John smoothly slid his digit into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you bond it SO deep."Saying zippo, John substituted his phallus for the finger."Huh, is that your rooster ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

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

He stroked in and out slowly, being careful 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 legs, which were clinched around his dorsum with the articulatio talocruralis locked together. Every time he started to pull out, her heels would crusade him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though whoremonger had great control, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very smashed vagina. As he would pull out, he could experience her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his knees under her wooden leg, so he could defend his weight with his manpower free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly erect nipples. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust her breasts into his hands. 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 white meat. This drove Sara over the brink, and her organic structure contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain sensation, the belly laugh evoked by the power of the climax. John let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as deeply 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 member started getting soft, with some difficultness considering how blotto her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant member, but found it was almost diminutive."size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your endorsement lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No crap ”, 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 next morning, the fervor in the sweat lodge had gone out and the stone had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a numeral of grounds ”, John said."First, I saw you ride up on an Fe horse. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, third gear, you had big breast, big hips and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. Fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were probable to conceive too much of yourself. one-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 the likes of it."John said."Why did you make up one's mind to go with me ?"
"You looked variety and gentle, and your feel made my snatch wet."She said.

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

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

"Hmmm, a very Indian matter to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to discover ?"

"My protagonist 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 holler myself and my mass Indian, but YOU, please, name us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shot praxis"

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

"Yes, I learned in girl Scout camp, and liked it decent to postulate it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound fore ? He asked.

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

"chemical 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 priest-doctor, after all ! Be prepared, be prepared, that's the priest-doctor's hunting song !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

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

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

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

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

She whacked him on the arm."Oh, odd"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 boastful, the right. I'm a size queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you experience what it's like to have an tremendous member ?"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 pit back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her top dog, not toilsome, 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 branch. She reached down into her panty, and there was no vagina, but a very with child penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicle 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 bout to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, feeling at your breasts 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 penis was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by knocker before. She had to reach down and pull her member up to proceed it from being kinked. It was really long, foresightful than the prospicient 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 Saint John the Apostle.

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 cock right wing now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked privy's breasts."Where did those come in from ; they weren't there a hour ago."His nipples got big and laborious. The knocker were a gracious size of it for his chest, and made bigger by his vauntingly pecs. She found herself holding them with both manus and they felt really skillful. She slid a hand down to John the Divine's puss, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was intemperate."fountainhead, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her pantie off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the sass of John's kitty.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her prick into John's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her peter section way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would suffer. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so erect that it did not fall, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to build up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her putz in the vagina, and at the Lapplander time, feel a expectant cock entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible aesthesis ! 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 same fourth dimension, it felt really unspoilt. She didn't know there was that much room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John the Divine had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did consume a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular cleaning woman, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the belly. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really effective, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her nipples against John's. The touch of her nipples and breasts felt really ripe against his. She had never felt the sentiency before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt with child. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the first metre he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into John's vagina.

"promise he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that workplace ? When we go back to pattern, 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 slumber.

Her close thought was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to asphyxiate him. It would be hard to expl…"and she fell fast asleep.

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

"No, I have never had that naturalistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the Sami prison term, not as vivid but clear as day. As John woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

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

"It was my snatch you felt !"lav said.

"How does that act upon ?"said Sara.

"I linked our sexual notion together, so that each of us could feel the former, kind of in the backcloth, so it wouldn't be confusing. I wanted you to feel how it was to hold a turncock, and the other was kind of reassurance, or maybe icing on the cake,"he said.

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

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

"gladiolus for that. That penis might have killed a smaller young lady,"she said.

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina Doll"

They spent the day swimming at a local stone pit, private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even caress each former. Some of the time they spent racing across the stone pit, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly profligate than St. John the Apostle ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of meat of the prey, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full plait, which she had learned on the dive team. John Lackland, when diving, showed More courage than attainment, but turned out to be a quick scholar and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a punt summersault with little difficulty from about 25 ft. eminent. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed natural endowment at a lot of affair. 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 married man and tell him what had happened so far.

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

"I can not teach you all of my superpower, but use of this dame will appropriate you to do the sexual things I know how to do. regulate changing and some powers the Caucasian man would phone Psi will be persona 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 fantasy ?"asked privy.

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

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

They grasped the dolly."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already consider. 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 trunk was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John Lackland 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 tool before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our tribe is very spread 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 fountainhead of his penis, stroked the incision on the end with her glossa, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inches down his penis. This didn't distress him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even potential.

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

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

"When you are making lovemaking to a woman, that attainment will be very handy"

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

"We'll smell 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 potent desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the cover of her throat, then hit a turn in her throat and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his phallus out, and took several deep breaths. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slither it down her throat until her lips were on the foot of his penis. Just the spirit of a penis going down her throat to the tush of her neck excited her so often that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's penis up and down to arrive at her throat feel like a vagina, and John the Divine thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would deplume it out and stroke the ray of light until she could catch her breathing time. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an climax in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another hard-on. can, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's member out of his back talk, and his phallus out of hers, turned around and directed her member into his anus. He was facing Sara, and she was kneeling so that she could easily suck his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the principal 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. St. John rapped his ramification around her and arched his dorsum. 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 John Lackland.

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

After various daytime, and good deal of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very beginning example she learned, Saint John told her, was that, sex was, initiatory and foremost, in the mind. The mescal hadn't aroused her. Her expected value had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imaginativeness to let her get without forcible stimulus. All the other lessons were icing on the cake.

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

"Now it's time for you to go,"said John. With that, they jumped in John's pickup truck 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 rest home front line, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an Native American, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was likely to enchant 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.

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