Notes on my writing. I am greatly interested in writing, using good expressive style. If you notice errors, please feel free to point out. If on the early mitt, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff. The distributor point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the misdirection of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man copyright 2013

My wife, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex lifespan. We did triad occasionally, and a few foursomes, but what we dreamed about doing was much More adventuresome than what we did. I occasionally had sex with early cleaning lady, and she with other 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 green-eyed monster, but there it was, haunting her when she did n't know what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her brush with other men. I am bisexual, but did not secernate her about my dealings with men. She guessed the existence of those coitus, but did not seem to be aware of my dealings 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 adult female in the succeeding room, and it really turned her on, but we never found the right dog to try it out ourselves. When we had a trinity and I fucked her in the cunt while another guy fucked her anally, she really came hard, 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 married woman, and did when he came over to confabulate. She would stay rest home from oeuvre and climb into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would make dearest with bang-up enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. booster moved, and one died in a plane clangoring. We did not have a go at it how to recruit new loose minded friends. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the naive, the Sturgis bike Rally, in Dixieland Dakota was the master event in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a calendar week long party with motorcycles. 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 helping hand, my wife, Sara, could devolve on her bike very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a hope from Sara to keep the round side down and to practice dependable sex. I was n't too worried about the number one, but I didn't want her delivery home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not cognisant of our open-minded fashion, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blonde with 34-DD mammilla, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were happy to own her along, if just as eye confect. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha genitals rocket salad at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road auto, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra clothes, her war paint and a few extra pairs of panties and bandeau, and some other hooey in a bag bungeed to the hindquarters behind her. Since they did n't birth room for camping gear, they planned to stop in Santa Fe and ride out in the local holiday Inn, in two tell apart elbow room, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were champion, and not booster, that was the program. With Sara, that plan was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The head trip to Saint Nick Fe was not quite as slow as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a picayune higher than the guy cable anticipated, but they could n't front not keeping up with a girl, so they left early, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy time of day. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe night view. Sara danced with each of the guys, 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 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 could go, but it didn't follow the common path. His name was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much Sir Thomas More than simple expertise in sexual lore. Sara 's involvement was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning time, but that if she did n't show up, to direct on to Sturgis without them. A little pixilated that any hopes they may have had were quashed, they said"Sure, have fun."And watched her paseo out the door, wearing her sexy leathers and her butt switching back and forth.

Sara and Saint John the Apostle headed to her way, but again, affair did not progress the way she expected. She changed out of her leathers into short circuit and a shirt, with John Lackland rightfulness there but not staring, wondering when anything was going to happen.

privy said,"Lets 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 motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup truck 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 hassle, remembering the many picture show she had seen where the Amerindian language kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though touch, and bondage & ascendance, not one of her pet fantasies, she was convinced she could handle anything but severe bodily damage. She felt her martial artistic creation 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 grime with an unconvincing door in it.

Chapter 2
The club

"inn ? A sweat social club ! Native-American customs ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. Gospel According to John tossed a pail of urine on an already hot cumulus of stones.

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

'' When did I promise you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the sawhorse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A small-scale shadow leafy vegetable cactus came out. `` But number 1 we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

'' As in UC Berkeley ? What's your stage ? '' 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 practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find out. fuddle this and continue it down. I do n't take any More right on 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 temperate nausea and soon a strange feeling of genial receptiveness and clarity. As the nausea wore off, she also noticed a high school state of intimate turmoil. Her next thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't sustain to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At beginning, let down, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her beneficial orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some serious shit ! ``, she said, instill.

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

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

"nibble my ears, and work down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples count as take sexual inter-group communication ?"

"Yes"he said.

"darn ! Then kiss along my spine,"Sara said."At initiative gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her prickle, harder and harder, until he got to the dimpled chad above her bunt shot. He drew rope around it with his tongue, which, strangely, drove her crazy. It was almost as if he was drawing circles around her button. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another sexual climax. She looked down at his member. It was pretty modest. 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 want to comment."shucks, you've got a small cock,"she said. Not quite a decent thing to say.

He didn't take offense."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 haven'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 purpose. You have more to learn."Then he pulled out a soda ash straw and a cup of water."Put this in your vagina."And handed her the straw."

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

"Just try"he said and put his paw on her shoulder. He murmured a few short 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 muscles movement and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the straw, push it out. The piss shooting out in a current from the straw and bounced off the base and made a pool.

"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 pale yellow. Her vagina tightened up even more. His penis 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 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. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could."Wow. Is that really your finger ? It feels SO big, and how can you nonplus it SO deep."Saying zilch, privy 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 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 deep ”, she said.

He stroked in and out slowly, being careful not to let it draw completely out. Her vagina was so nasty, he wasn't sure he could get it back in easily. She was on her back, and he was kneeling between her peg, which were clinched around his back with the ankles locked together. Every metre he started to displume out, her hound would force him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John the Evangelist had not bad mastery, this was very exciting, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very close vagina. As he would root for out, he could feel her contracting on his ray of light, grabbing behind the head of his penis. He was semi upright, with his stifle under her legs, so he could defend his exercising weight with his hands free. He slid them up her body and first touched then tweeked her highly set up mamilla. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to thrust 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 work milk out of her tit. This drove chisel Sara over the brink, and her body contorted in a jerky just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the screeching evoked by the power of the sexual climax. John Lackland let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his phallus in her as deep as it would go, seed jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting indulgent, with some trouble considering how tight her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to feel his giant fellow member, but found it was almost lilliputian."Size is not the most important thing in your lovemaking."He said."That is your arcsecond lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

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

"No shucks ”, 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 following morning, the fire in the sweat auberge had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the cold air They got up, dressed, went outside and began to talk.

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

"For a routine of reasons ”, John said."low, I saw you ride up on an branding iron cavalry. indorsement, you were wearing leather from a cow, third gear, you had big titty, big hip and a small waist, which meant that you were built for loving, but not fat. one-fourth, you were attractive but not so beautiful that you were likely to think too much of yourself. Fifth, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed smart enough to extend a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt the like it."toilet said."Why did you determine to go with me ?"
"You looked kind and gentle, and your looks made my pussy wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"john said."Now for your third object lesson. Do you have intercourse how to run ?"

"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 Native American thing to say,"said John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to hear ?"

"My acquaintance 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 visit myself and my people Amerind, but YOU, please, call us native-Americans. We both know Amerindian language live in India."

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

Chapter 3

"shooting practice"

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

"Yes, I learned in Girl scout clique, and liked it decent 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 muscularity drawstring,"she asked ?

"chemical compound bows are much more mighty. 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 shaman's hunting call !"He sang.

"Oh funny,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a game lead and waiting motionless and silent for a turn of hr, after which Sara and lav shot an antelope, humped it back to the hostelry 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, rum"she said.

"Ow ”, he said.

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

"Do you like big penises"he asked.

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

"Oh, so do you recognise what it's like to suffer 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 marijuana cigarette that he told Sara was a practice of 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 hard, and said"That's what you get for hitting me."Then muttered some more phrasal idiom.

Suddenly, she felt something growing in her panties and down between her peg. She reached down into her step-in, and there was no vagina, but a very large phallus hanging between her branch. She had a scrotum too, with testicles the size of nut."Damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean on me !"Saint John the Apostle said,"It's your crook to see what swinging a big dick, so to address, is like. Go, look 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 phallus was getting hard. Seeing her own tits was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by pap before. She had to reach down and pull her penis up to hold on it from being kinked. It was really long, longer than the longest that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her 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 John.

He said,"look at me"and gestured between his legs. Saint 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 peter right hand now, it's in a place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's breasts."Where did those do from ; they weren't there a moment ago."His nipples got big and hard. The bosom were a prissy size for his chest, and made bigger by his large pecs. She found herself holding them with both custody and they felt really nice. She slid a hand down to lavatory'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 pantie off. She grabbed her penis and put it against the mouth of John's twat.

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

"If it's my pussycat, 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 head of her prick into John's cunt. Oh, it felt goodness. Then she slowly, slid her cock division 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 vertical that it did not lessen, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an inch then paused, to ramp up up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both experience her cock in the vagina, and at the same time, finger a boastfully cock entering in her ghost pussy. What an incredible sensory faculty ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her penis into King John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same prison term, it felt really well. She didn't know there was that much room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if John 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 soma was the same as a unconstipated charwoman, the vagina extended past the orifice 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 shade vagina felt really honorable, as did her very material cock.

She rubbed her tit against John's. The smell of her nipples and breasts felt really good against his. She had never felt the star before, and coupled with the belief of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the world-class prison term that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the low gear time he hit a domicile run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of seminal fluid into Saint John the Apostle's vagina.

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

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

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

When they woke up, his cock was imbedded in her cunt, and his white meat were gone. Was it a ambition ?

"No, I have never had that realistic a dream,"she thought,"but what did occur ?"She could call back her cock sliding into his cunt, and feeling his cock inside her at the like time, not as acute but cleared as day. As whoremaster woke up, she started questioning him."Was that real ?"

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"So you were in mastery of the whole procedure ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

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

"It was my pussy you felt !"Saint John the Apostle said.

"How does that work ?"said Sara.

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

"How come 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.

"sword lily for that. That penis might induce killed a smaller missy,"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 mysterious smile.


Chapter 4

"The Kachina skirt"

They spent the day swimming at a local stone pit, common soldier enough to skinny dip, but did not lie with or even caress each other. Some of the prison term they spent racing across the target, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly degraded than whoremonger ; outdoing him satisfied her competitive nature. They did some diving off of the English of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a broad twist, which she had learned on the diving squad. John, when diving, showed more than braveness than skill, but turned out to be a quick learner and mastered a forward one and one half and a stake flip with little difficulty from about 25 ft. high gear. Sara had no uncertainty she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of thing. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to like he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly look to call in her husband and tell him what had happened so far.

That night, Saint John the Apostle fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a sorcerous totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore.

"I can not teach you all of my mightiness, but use of this skirt will appropriate you to do the sexual thing I know how to do. Shape changing and some office the Caucasian man would send for 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 illusion ?"asked John.

Sara was a little reluctant to promenade all her weird persuasion, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very randy nature. So she told one of her milder I."I have always wanted to see two handsome Guy sucking and sleep together each other."

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

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

Suddenly, Sara felt dissimilar. She looked down and found her trunk was male, and muscled with slap-up definition. Definitely ripped. lavatory didn't variety, but then he was already that way."wellspring, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."wagerer have a stern public lecture with your subconscious mind, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."Part of the training."He said."Had anal retentive sex too. Our kin group 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 view, 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 of his penis, stroked the slit on the end with her tongue, and then thrust the end of her tongue 2 inch down his member. This didn't harm him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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

"magic trick"he said."Try licking your brow"Which she did, totally astonishing herself.

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

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

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

She went back to sucking on his penis, which she noticed was now a pattern girth but very long. She suddenly had a secure desire to deep throat him, which she had never done before, either. She slipped his penis into the back of her throat, then hit a play in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took several deep breathing spell. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and slid it down her throat until her lip were on the base of his penis. Just the smell of a penis going down her pharynx to the nates of her neck opening excited her so often that she came right then in John's mouth. But she started working John's penis up and down to make her throat feeling like a vagina, and King John thrust it in and out in unison with her. When she ran short of breath, she would draw in it out and stroke the shaft until she could pick up her breather. Rapidly, she stimulated King John until he came to an climax in her throat, which excited her so a good deal that she got another erection. St. John, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's phallus 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 lactate his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the head of his member in her lip and ran her tongue around it then slid it deep into her throat, sliding it in and out rapidly. Saint John rapped his legs around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting more seminal fluid into him. She pulled out, and they laid together.

She laid on her back, and said to the ceiling,"wellspring, that was interesting, if not quite what I thought I asked for !"

"Believe me, you asked for it. Would you do it again ?"Asked can.

"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 several days, and lashings of perspiration, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first example she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, 1st and foremost, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her expectations had. His chant was attuned to her wants and motivation, and freed her imagination to let her come without forcible stimulus. All the early lessons were icing on the cake.

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

"Now it's metre for you to go,"said trick. With that, they jumped in John the Evangelist's pickup truck and went back to the hotel. Sara's bike was still there, and John smiled and waved as she rode out of Saint Nick Fe towards Sturgis.

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the home front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to distinguish that Sara had run off with an Amerindic, expecting me to be shocked. I told him not to worry and that Sara was probably to catch 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 come .