short letter on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using good style. If you notice errors, please feel free to annotate. If on the other hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then understand person else's stuff. The percentage point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distractions of bad grammar or punctuation.

The Shaman 1

By Mod Man right of first publication 2013

My married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life story. We did threesomes occasionally, and a few quaternary, but what we dreamed about doing was much to a greater extent adventurous 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 unmoved by jealousy, she was not. She didn't believe in jealousy, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't eff what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her clash with other men. I am bisexual, but did not say her about my relations with men. She guessed the cosmos of those relations, but did not appear to be cognisant of my sexual relation with former 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 men. We saw a movie in which a German Shepard fucked a women in the side by side way, and it really turned her on, but we never found the correctly dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a threesome and I fucked her in the twat while another guy fucked her anally, she really came severe, 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 felicitous fucking my married woman, and did when he came over to bring down. She would remain house from work and climb into his bed after I left. She would then narrate me about it when I got home and we would fix love with gravid enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a lilliputian repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane clang. We did not experience how to recruit new candid minded ally. But then two chum, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis bike rallying, in South Dakota was the independent effect in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a week long party with motorcycle. We had two motorcycles. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the early hand, my wife, Sara, could hinge on her cycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the private road heading due north. I had extracted a hope from Sara to observe the round side down and to practice safe sex. I was n't too apprehensive about the first, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not aware of our open-minded ways, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD titmouse, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to take in her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha fork rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the other a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra dress, her makeup and a few extra pairs of panty and bras, and some other stuff in a bag bungeed to the tush behind her. Since they did n't stimulate room for camping gear, they planned to break off in Saint Nick Fe and appease in the local vacation Inn, in two differentiate elbow room, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were acquaintance, and not FRIENDS, that was the plan. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The trip to Santa Fe was not quite as slow as the two cat planned. Sara 's cruising fastness on the privates rocket salad was a petty higher than the guys anticipated, but they could n't face not keeping up with a little girl, so they left ahead of time, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy minute. After getting their rooms, they headed to a long-familiar bar in the Santa Claus Fe night panorama. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a tall, night 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 start, there was only one way the public lecture could go, but it didn't follow the common path. His name was privy Theodore Harold White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than than simple expertness in sexual lore. Sara 's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the good morning, but that if she did n't bear witness up, to manoeuver on to Sturgis without them. A little pissed that any hopes they may induce had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her walk out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her buns switching back and forth.

Sara and whoremonger headed to her way, but again, things did not advance the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into short circuit and a shirt, with trick right there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

Gospel According to John said,"Lashkar-e-Toiba go to my lodge."

Sara had visions of a room in a Motor Lodge, and immediately became a little more excited. She chained down her bike, and hopped in his pickup hand truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the country. Sara began to wonder if she was in bother, remembering the many film she had seen where the Red Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though touch on, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favorite fantasy, she was convinced she could do by anything but severe bodily trauma. She felt her martial arts grooming could ward that off too. But fortunately John seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her chain of opinion finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a majuscule mound of dirt with an tall doorway in it.

Chapter 2
The society

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

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the knight. '' He reached into a diminished bag she had n't noticed before ... A small iniquity light-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 ? ''

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

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

'' confidence me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a strong suit in overcloud religious and other magical practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. Drink 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 nausea and soon a unknown feeling of mental receptivity and clarity. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a highschool United States Department of State of sexual hullabaloo. Her next thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't have to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then trick started chanting, not touching ! At starting time, disappointed, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her topper orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some thoroughly shit ! ``, she said, impressed.

'' Now you begin to memorize. '' 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 haircloth and then asked her,"What, other than manoeuvre sexual contact, would you imagine to turn yourself on ?"

"nybble my ears, and ferment down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as send sexual contact ?"

"Yes"he said.

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

He kissed her down her spine, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crevice. He drew R-2 around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing lap around her clit. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his penis. It was pretty pocket-size. She liked big stopcock, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like she wasn't getting aroused. She had already come twice. But she felt the pauperization to comment."Damn, you've got a lowly cock,"she said. Not quite a nice affair to say.

He didn't take law-breaking."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 oasis't I heard something like the canoe matter before ?"

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

"Oww, my cunt cramped."She said."kneeling and sting the former end of the straw in this cup of water."She felt her pelvic muscle move and her vagina expand. The H2O sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, promote it out. The water stroke out in a stream from the shuck and bounced off the trading 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 delay tight. He reached down and pulled out the chaff. 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 interior lips of her vagina to the tightly closed possibility. 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. John smoothly slid his fingerbreadth into her vagina and knife thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you stupefy it SO deep."Saying nothing, bathroom 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 small,"said John."Well, it looked minor, 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 deep ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being measured not to let it rive 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 pegleg, which were clinched around his back with the ankles locked together. Every time he started to pull in out, her heels would crusade him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John the Evangelist had great ascendancy, 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 find her contracting on his ray of light, grabbing behind the chief of his penis. He was semi just, 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 erect teat. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to throw her white meat into his hands. He felt her mammary glands behind the tit, and took the hint, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to put to work Milk out of her breasts. This drove Sara over the brink, and her eubstance contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with botheration, the screeching evoked by the magnate of the coming. Saint John the Apostle let this trigger his sexual climax too, and he again thrust his penis in her as abstruse 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 bit or so, his penis started getting soft, with some difficulty considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to palpate his giant member, but found it was almost tiny."sizing is not the most of import thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your sec lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No bastard ”, 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 succeeding morning, the fervidness in the sweat indian lodge had gone out and the stone 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 numeral of grounds ”, lavatory said."showtime, I saw you ride up on an iron horse. minute, you were wearing leather from a cow, third gear, you had big breasts, big pelvic arch 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 likely to think too much of yourself. one-fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed fresh enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt like it."John said."Why did you make up one's mind to go with me ?"
"You looked variety and gentle, and your flavour made my pussycat wet."She said.

"goodness enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third lesson. Do you get it on 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 privy,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My friends 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 friends. And I believe you, I was just putting you on."By the way, I may predict myself and my people Indian, but YOU, please, yell us native-Americans. We both know Indian live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting praxis"

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

"Yes, I learned in Girl Scout inner circle, and liked it enough to take it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound stem ? He asked.

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

"compound bowing are much more hefty. I got mine off the cyberspace, 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 Shaman's hunting song !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

hunting consisted of finding a game trail and waiting motionless and silent for a identification number of hours, after which Sara and St. John the Apostle shot an antelope, humped it back to the Lodge and cleaned it."What about hunting time of year ?"She said.

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

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

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

She whacked him on the arm."Oh, funny"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

After they ate Antelope cooked over an assailable ardour,"she asked,"What do you have planned for tonight ?"

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

"The braggart, the improve. I'm a size queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you know what it's like to have an enormous phallus ?"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, lav pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicinal drug stick, heated the Harlan Fisk Stone back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the back of her straits, not hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more idiom.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her scanty and down between her legs. She reached down into her scanty, and there was no vagina, but a very large penis hanging between her legs. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the sizing of nut."darn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean value on me !"whoremaster said,"It's your twist to see what swinging a big peter, so to speak, is like. Go, looking at your white meat in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the guild."Wow, those are upright looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own knocker was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by boob before. She had to reach down and pull in her member up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the tenacious that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her scanty, and it felt really adept to match it. But as sexy as she saw herself in the mirror, obviously, she couldn't fuck herself, and she had no vagina. She said something to John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. 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 now, it's in a situation where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John the Evangelist's breasts."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and hard. The chest were a overnice size for his breast, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both manus and they felt really nice. She slid a mitt down to Gospel According to John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the clit was difficult."wellspring, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her panties off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the rima oris of trick's slit.

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

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

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

She pushed the big head of her putz into John's cunt. Oh, it felt good. Then she slowly, slid her peter percentage way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would hurt. She pulled her pecker out all the way to the tip, it was so raise that it did not descend, 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 cock in the vagina, and at the same meter, find a large prick entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible sense experience ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into lavatory's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghostwriter 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 whoremonger had a uterus, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did have a uterus, and his anatomy was the same as a regular charwoman, the vagina extended past the opening to the uterus, 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 near, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her teat against whoremonger's. The look of her nipples and breasts felt really unspoiled against his. She had never felt the sense datum before, and coupled with the flavor of her penis in his vagina, it felt with child. It was the first of all time that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the get-go sentence he hit a plate 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 employment ? When we go back to rule, would I be pregnant, by ME ?"

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

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did bump ?"She could retrieve her stopcock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his rooster inside her at the Same time, not as vivid but exculpate 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 mammilla,"he said.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"How come I could feel my pussy as well as my gumshoe ?"She said.

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

"How does that sour ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

"gladiola for that. That penis might take in killed a modest miss,"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 chick"

They spent the day swimming at a local target, individual enough to skinny dip, but did not roll in the hay or even fondle each former. Some of the clock time they spent racing across the prey, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly quicker than John the Evangelist ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the side of the target, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a broad twist, which she had learned on the diving squad. John, when diving event, showed more courage than acquirement, but turned out to be a speedy learner and mastered a forward one and one one-half and a back toss with little difficulty from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no uncertainty she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of affair. He wasn't just a distinctive egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to call her hubby 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 mogul, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my might, but use of this doll will allow you to do the sexual things I know how to do. mould changing and some powers the white man would call off 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 fantasies ?"asked John.

Sara was a minuscule reluctant to troop all her weird thoughts, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder 1."I have always wanted to see two handsome guy suck and bed each other."

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

They grasped the bird."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to ground the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough."They grasped the wench and began thinking hard.

Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. lav didn't modification, but then he was already that way."Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."Better have a keister 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 kin 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 position, and drew it into his sassing. She had deal of experience sucking a member, so she just went right down on him. She licked the head of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her lingua, and then thrust the end of her lingua 2 column inch down his penis. This didn't trauma him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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

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

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a convention girth but very long. She suddenly had a strong desire to deep pharynx him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his phallus into the back 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 base of his penis. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the prat of her cervix excited her so much that she came right then in Saint John's mouth. But she started working bathroom's penis up and down to make her pharynx feel like a vagina, and John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would pull it out and stroke the cock until she could catch her hint. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an orgasm in her throat, which excited her so much that she got another erection. trick, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lubricating substance on his anus. He pulled Sara's member out of his mouth, 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 phallus in her mouth and ran her spit around it then slid it deeply into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. John the Divine rapped his leg around her and arched his back. 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 the Evangelist.

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

After several days, and band of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first lesson she learned, John the Divine told her, was that, sex was, foremost and foremost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her outlook had. His chant was attuned to her wants and want, and freed her imagination to let her come without physical stimulation. All the other deterrent example were icing on the patty.

"But fun, John the Divine, circumstances 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 Father Christmas Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell that Sara had run off with an American Indian, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to vex and that Sara was belike to fascinate 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.

more than to follow .