Notes on my committal to writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using skilful expressive style. If you notice fault, please experience rid to comment. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read somebody else's stuff. The point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex sprightliness. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much more adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with former cleaning woman, and she with other men, but it was made more coordination compound by the fact that although I was totally unmoved by green-eyed monster, 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 former men. I am bisexual, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the beingness 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 threesomes we had never were with bisexual person men. We saw a motion-picture show in which a High German Shepard fucked a char in the next way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the in good order 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 operose, 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 married woman, and did when he came over to travel to. She would stay home from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then secern me about it when I got home and we would draw love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane crash. We did not eff how to recruit new open minded ally. But then two sidekick, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike Rally, in Dixie Dakota was the main result in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long political party with motorcycle. We had two bike. 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 ride her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next affair, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading Union. I had extracted a promise from Sara to keep the turn side down and to praxis condom sex. I was n't too worried about the commencement, but I didn't want her delivery home any surprise. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded way of life, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD tits, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to get her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would sound off about HER riding around on a Yamaha private parts rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road motorcar, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had entrepot for her excess apparel, her makeup and a few extra pairs of step-in and bra, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the backside behind her. Since they did n't have room for camping gear mechanism, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and persist in the local Holiday Inn, in two separate suite, one for her, and one for the guy wire. Since they were Quaker, and not Friend, that was the plan. With Sara, that program was not necessarily fixed, but she did not contrive any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as wearisome as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket salad was a little higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a fille, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy hour. After getting their suite, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe Night prospect. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a grandiloquent, saturnine 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 reputation that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a jump, there was only one way the talk of the town could go, but it didn't follow the usual course. His name was King John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than elementary 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 shew up, to steer on to Sturgis without them. A slight 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 stub switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Lets go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more mad. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his cartridge motortruck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the commonwealth. Sara began to wonder if she was in hassle, remembering the many moving-picture show she had seen where the Indians kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though concerned, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite illusion, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily trauma. She felt her martial liberal arts training could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of idea finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a outstanding hillock of dirt with an tall door in it.

Chapter 2
The Lodge

"Lodge ? A sweat club ! Native-American customs duty ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. John tossed a pail of H2O on an already hot pile of stones.

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

'' When did I predict you that ? '' asked Saint John the Apostle. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the knight. '' He reached into a humble 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 arcdegree ? '' she said.

'' Trust me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in obscure religious and early wizardly practice session, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. drink this and prevent it down. I do n't induce any Sir Thomas More right now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a Sudanese pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed check nausea and soon a strange feeling of genial receptivity and uncloudedness. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a high school commonwealth of sexual inflammation. Her side by side thought was, `` At hold up, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then King John started chanting, not touching ! At foremost, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her in effect coming ever. `` Wow, that 's some good Irish bull ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to instruct. '' said privy. 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, early 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 intimate contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then snog along my vertebral column,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the pregnant chad above her hind end crack. He drew R-2 around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. 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 lowly. 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 comment."Damn, you've got a diminished peter,"she said. Not quite a squeamish thing to say.

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

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

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

"Huh, that's too small-scale, it would get lost."She said, but she did it anyway."squeeze play down on it."He said. No way, I can't,"she said.

"Just try"he said and put his paw on her shoulder joint. He murmured a few shortstop phrases.

"Oww, my pussy cramped."She said."Kneel and stick the other end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscularity motility and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, crusade it out. The pee blastoff 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 kind of came when I did,"She said.

"You can't, without my help… Yet !"He said. Her vagina stayed tight. He reached down and pulled out the straw. Her vagina tightened up even more. His member was now stiff 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 stay. DON'T STOP."Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger's breadth into her vagina and thrusting it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your fingerbreadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep."Saying nothing, John substituted his member for the finger's breadth."Huh, is that your cock ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

"I thought you said it was small,"said trick."well, it looked pocket-size, 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 recondite ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being heedful not to let it pull 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 wooden leg, which were clinched around his book binding with the ankles locked together. Every time he started to commit out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had corking dominance, this was very turn on, and he decided to go with it, his member sliding in and out of her very tight vagina. As he would pull out, he could find her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the head of his phallus. He was semi upright, with his human knee under her legs, so he could support his weight with his hands free. He slid them up her physical structure and first touched then tweeked her highly rear mammilla. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to force her breasts into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipples, and took the breath, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to solve Milk out of her breasts. This drove chisel Sara over the verge, 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. Saint John the Apostle let this trigger his climax too, and he again thrust his member in her as bass as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his predisposition wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a moment or so, his phallus started getting soft, with some difficultness considering how tight 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 tiny."Size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your back lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No shit ”, she asked ?

"Absolutely ”, he said, and fell asleep.

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

The following morning, the fire in the sweat lodge had gone out and the rock candy had cooled off. They were woken by the low temperature air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

"Why did you pluck me to instruct this poppycock"asked Sara ?

"For a number of reasons ”, John said."beginning, I saw you ride up on an atomic number 26 horse. minute, you were wearing leather from a cow, third, you had big bosom, big hips and a pocket-sized waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. quarter, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were potential to think too a good deal of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. one-sixth, you seemed voguish enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."trick said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your looks made my pussycat wet."She said.

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

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

"Hmmm, a very Amerindian language affair to say,"said John the Evangelist,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My booster 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 friends. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may forebode myself and my hoi polloi Indian, but YOU, please, address us native-Americans. We both know Indians live in India."

"Done. Friends AND lovers."Said Sara.. But for the record, I am married, and I do have intercourse my husband. I will be telling him about this, and he WILL be aplomb with it."

Chapter 3

"shooting pattern"

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

"Yes, I learned in female child Scout camp, and liked it enough to use up 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 muscularity string,"she asked ?

"compound bows 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 remark,"she said !

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

hunt consisted of finding a plot 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 season ?"She said.

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

"What was this supposed to learn 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, rummy"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

After they ate Antelope cooked over an heart-to-heart fervidness,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you recognise what it's like to give birth an enormous penis ?"He asked. That's our example for the night.

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

That nighttime, John the Divine pulled out a shabby old marijuana cigarette that he told Sara was a medication spliff, 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 psyche, 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 peg. She reached down into her panties, and there was no vagina, but a very large member hanging between her peg. She had a scrotum too, with nut the size of ball."shucks, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean on me !"privy said,"It's your turning to see what swinging a big hawkshaw, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your bosom in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the auberge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her member was getting hard. Seeing her own knocker was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by bosom before. She had to reach down and pull up her phallus up to save it from being kinked. It was really long, longsighted than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her pantie, 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,"smell at me"and gestured between his stage. Gospel According to 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 John's breasts."Where did those arrive from ; they weren't there a min ago."His nipples got big and strong. The breasts were a decent size of it for his chest of drawers, and made crowing by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both mitt and they felt really prissy. She slid a hired hand down to Gospel According to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clitoris was hard."well, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her scanty off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the oral fissure of King John's snatch.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her peter into John's bitch. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her stopcock part way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her tool 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 up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her pecker in the vagina, and at the same fourth dimension, palpate a magnanimous cock entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible sensation ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her phallus into trick's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her spook vagina.

At the same time, it felt really dear. She didn't know there was that much way 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 material body was the same as a veritable woman, the vagina extended past the opening to the womb, as she called it, and further up into the stomach. She hoped she hadn't bruised his liver or something, but her ghost vagina felt really good, as did her very literal cock.

She rubbed her pap against Gospel According to John's. The notion of her teat and breasts felt really skillful against his. She had never felt the sensation before, and coupled with the touch of her member in his vagina, it felt smashing. It was the first time that she had penetrated a vagina with a penis, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the number one time he hit a plate run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of seed into Gospel According to John's vagina.

"Hope he's on the pill."She thought,"like I am. Hmmm, how would that work ? When we go back to normal, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

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

Her last persuasion was,"Thankfully, I'm still 112 lb. and he is 200. Wouldn't want to stifle 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 bosom were gone. Was it a dream ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a aspiration,"she thought,"but what did bump ?"She could retrieve her shaft sliding into his twat, and feeling his cock inside her at the Lapp time, not as intense but clear as day. As john woke up, she started questioning him."Was that genuine ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in ascendence of the whole summons ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that play ?"said Sara.

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

"How add 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 palm your new penis,"he said.

"Glad for that. That penis might let killed a smaller miss,"she said.

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

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

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


Chapter 4

"The Kachina skirt"

They spent the day swimming at a topical anaesthetic stone pit, buck private enough to skinny dip, but did not fuck or even fondle each other. Some of the clock time they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly degraded than St. John ; outdoing him satisfied her militant nature. They did some diving event off of the side of the fair game, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a full construction, which she had learned on the diving event team. Saint John, when diving, showed Thomas More bravery than skill, but turned out to be a quick scholar and mastered a forward one and one half and a back summerset with niggling difficulty from about 25 ft. mellow. Sara had no uncertainty she liked this guy. He showed talent 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, lav fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a wizard totem, which he gave many of his magnate, form of a Swiss people Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this dolly will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. form changing and some powers the blanched man would call Psi will be part of what this can do. It is limited in that it can not be used to harm anyone."

"Let's try it out. What are your favourite phantasy ?"asked St. John the Apostle.

Sara was a little reluctant to parade all her weird thoughts, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very aroused nature. So she told one of her milder ones."I have always wanted to see two handsome hombre suction and be intimate each other."

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

They grasped the chick."What about the Lophophora williamsii ?"She said."Oh, that was just to prime the ticker and make you suggestible. Now, you already think. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was manly, and muscled with capital definition. Definitely ripped. John the Evangelist didn't change, 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."Part of the training."He said."Had anal sex too. Our tribe is very open minded."

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

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

"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 strong desire to deep pharynx 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 breathing place anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took respective cryptic breaths. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slid it down her pharynx until her sassing were on the bag of his penis. Just the feel of a phallus going down her throat to the seat of her neck excited her so much that she came right then in John's lip. But she started working privy's member up and down to make her throat flavor like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of hint, she would displume it out and stroke the barb until she could charm her breathing place. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erecting. whoremaster, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricant on his anus. He pulled Sara's penis out of his mouth, and his member out of hers, turned around and directed her phallus 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 vertebral column. 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 roof,"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 the Evangelist.

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

After respective days, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very inaugural example she learned, bathroom told her, was that, sex was, outset and foremost, in the mind. The mescaline hadn't aroused her. Her arithmetic mean had. His chant was attuned to her wants and needs, and freed her imagery to let her come without physical input. All the other lessons were icing on the patty.

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

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the house front line, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to distinguish that Sara had run off with an Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to vex and that Sara was belike to pick up up with them at Sturgis. He told me where they were going to be staying and flow up. Then I just waited for Sara to call.

More to amount .