Notes on my writing. I am greatly concerned in writing, using good vogue. If you notice errors, please sense disembarrass to comment. If on the early hand, if you don't quite like what I write about, then read someone else's stuff. The full point of what I am writing, is to be erotic, without the distraction of bad grammar or punctuation.

The priest-doctor 1

By Mod Man Copyright 2013

My married woman, Sara, and I had a pretty flexible sex life history. 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 other womanhood, and she with other men, but it was made more coordination compound 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 have it away what I was doing. Whereas, I really enjoyed hearing about her clash with other men. I am bisexual person, but did not tell her about my relations with men. She guessed the creation of those relation, but did not seem to be aware of my relations with other womanhood. 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 movie in which a German Shepard fucked a women in the adjacent elbow 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 firmly, 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 happy fucking my wife, and did when he came over to visit. She would stay home from piece of work and rise into his bed after I left. She would then tell me about it when I got home and we would have love with great enthusiasm.

Our sex lives had become a little repetitive though. Friends moved, and one died in a plane smash. We did not know how to enter new exposed minded admirer. But then two buddies, Doug and Phil invited me to go to Sturgis. For the uninitiated, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, in South Dakota was the principal consequence in motorcycling ( If you rode a Harley ), a hebdomad long company with bike. We had two motorcycle. Hers was a Yamaha 2007 YZF600R and mine was a Yamaha YZF-R 1000, but I could n't go. On the former paw, my wife, Sara, could depend upon her bicycle very well, and needed an adventure…

Next thing, Sara, Doug, and Phil were riding out of the driveway heading north. I had extracted a promise from Sara to go along the unit of ammunition side down and to practice session safe sex. I was n't too worried about the showtime, but I didn't want her bringing home any surprises. Doug and Phil were not cognisant of our open-minded direction, but since Sara was a 5'4 ”, blond with 34-DD teat, neatly in-cased in her custom leathers, they were felicitous to have her along, if just as eye candy. They figured that no-one would complain about HER riding around on a Yamaha crotch rocket at Sturgis. Both of them rode Harley road machines, one a Fat Boy and the former a V-Rod. She had storage for her extra clothes, her makeup and a few supernumerary pairs of panties and bras, and some early stuff in a bag bungeed to the seat behind her. Since they did n't have way for camping gear mechanism, they planned to stop in Saint Nick Fe and stay in the local holiday Inn, in two assort rooms, one for her, and one for the guys. Since they were ally, and not ally, that was the plan. With Sara, that programme was not necessarily fixed, but she did not plan any threesomes.

The stumble to St. Nick Fe was not quite as slow as the two guys planned. Sara 's cruising speed on the crotch rocket was a petty higher than the guy cable anticipated, but they could n't look not keeping up with a girl, so they left betimes, averaged over 90 mph and got there before happy minute. After getting their rooms, they headed to a well-known bar in the Santa Fe Night prospect. Sara danced with each of the guys, but then noticed a tall, dark and handsome man, looking to be in his 20 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 report 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 usual path. His public figure was John White bird of Jove, and he claimed to be a priest-doctor. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much Sir Thomas More than simple expertise in intimate lore. Sara 's stake was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil she would see them in the morning, but that if she did n't indicate up, to manoeuvre on to Sturgis without them. A little 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 butt switching back and forth.

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

John said,"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go to my lodge."

Sara had visual modality of a room in a Motor hostelry, and immediately became a little more wind up. She chained down her motorcycle, and hopped in his pickup truck. Immediately, she noticed that they were going away from motel row, and heading out into the state. Sara began to wonder if she was in bother, remembering the many film she had seen where the Indian kidnapped and raped the paleface woman. Though have-to doe with, and bondage & dominance, not one of her favored illusion, she was convinced she could address anything but life-threatening bodily harm. She felt her warlike artwork training could ward that off too. But fortunately John the Divine seemed kindly and relatively harmless. Her Chain of intellection finished, she noticed that they were pulling up to what looked like a great mound of dirt with an improbable door in it.

Chapter 2
The inn

"Lodge ? A effort hunting lodge ! Native-American usance ! ! This could be fun,"she thought. They walked inside. trick tossed a bucket of piddle on an already hot voltaic pile of stones.

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

'' When did I predict you that ? '' asked John. `` Besides, you are putting the travois before the horse. '' He reached into a small bag she had n't noticed before ... A humble iniquity super C cactus came out. `` But first gear we imbibe '' he said.

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

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

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

'' corporate trust me, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD in Anthropological psychology, that is. With a specialty in blot out religious and other wizardly practices, '' he joked.

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

`` You 're about to find oneself out. salute this and keep it down. I do n't have any Sir Thomas More justly now. '' He said.

Sara, thought to herself, `` Wellll, in for a pound, I guess. ”, and, pretty sure enough she knew what it was, chugged it down. Almost instantly, she noticed moderate nausea and soon a foreign intuitive feeling of mental openness and clarity. As the sickness wore off, she also noticed a senior high state of matter of sexual turmoil. Her adjacent thought was, `` At last, what I 'm here for ! He did n't deliver to drug me ... But, what a trip ! ``

But then John started chanting, not touching ! At firstly, thwarted, her vagina began tingling. And lubricating. And then it spasmed and clinched. And then she came and came ... And had one of her skillful orgasms ever. `` Wow, that 's some unspoiled doodly-squat ! ``, she said, impressed.

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

He stroked her whisker and then asked her,"What, other than direct sexual physical contact, would you reckon to turn yourself on ?"

"Nibble my spike, and lick down to my neck."Sara said."Do nipples depend as direct intimate tangency ?"

"Yes"he said.

"Damn ! Then buss along my rachis,"Sara said."At first gently, then harder."

He kissed her down her rachis, harder and harder, until he got to the dimple above her butt crack. He drew circles around it with his glossa, which, strangely, drove her loony. It was almost as if he was drawing rope around her clitoris. He kissed it, and then she exploded into another orgasm. She looked down at his phallus. It was pretty small-scale. 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 small cock,"she said. Not quite a skillful affair 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 canoeist 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 sizing for teaching purposes. You have More to learn."Then he pulled out a soda wheat and a cup of body 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."liquidity crisis 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 brusk 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 muscle move and her vagina expand. The water sucked out of the cup into her vagina."Now, without dropping the pale yellow, push it out. The water guess out in a watercourse from the chaff 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 delay tight. He reached down and pulled out the straw. 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 intimate lips of her vagina to the tightly closed orifice. 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's breadth ? It feels SO big, and how can you cling it SO deep."Saying cipher, John substituted his phallus for the finger."Huh, is that your peter ? It's enormous. It's really stretching me out."Said Sara.

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

"Everything's relative ”, he said, and push up 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 pull completely out. Her vagina was so rigorous, 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 rachis with the ankles locked together. Every meter he started to tear out, her heels would push him back in. She started pulling him in faster and faster, and she started moaning loudly. Though John had swell mastery, this was very stir, and he decided to go with it, his penis sliding in and out of her very blotto vagina. As he would pull out, he could finger her contracting on his shaft, grabbing behind the headspring of his phallus. He was semi erect, with his knee joint under her branch, so he could subscribe his weightiness with his hand free. He slid them up her consistency and first touched then tweeked her highly raise tit. She moaned louder, and arched her back some to stuff her breasts into his script. He felt her mammary glands behind the nipples, and took the speck, carefully squeezing them like he was trying to work out milk out of her chest. This drove Sara over the verge, and her physical structure contorted in a jerk just short of throwing him off. She screamed loudly, but not with pain, the wow evoked by the power of the orgasm. St. John the Apostle let this trigger his orgasm too, and he again thrust his penis in her as deep as it would go, semen jetting out of him and into her. As his sensitivity wore off, he began thrusting into her again, until after a minute or so, his penis started getting balmy, with some difficultness considering how cockeyed her vagina was holding him, and finally slid out of her vagina. She reached down to find his giant star member, but found it was almost petite."Size is not the most important affair in your lovemaking."He said."That is your second lesson."
"How did you do that ”, she asked ?

"nigh of it, I didn't do ”, he said."You did. When you gain good control of your eubstance, 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 creative thinker blowing coming. She said,"I've got to ask… ”. And then fell asleep too.

The next morning, the fire in the sudor inn had gone out and the rocks had cooled off. They were woken by the cold-blooded 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."first-class honours degree, I saw you ride up on an iron Equus caballus. Second, you were wearing leather from a cow, 3rd, you had big breasts, 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 belike to guess too much of yourself. twenty percent, you danced well, which told me you would be good in bed. sixth, you seemed ache enough to carry a conversation, which I needed to be with you, and Seventh… I just felt wish it."John said."Why did you decide to go with me ?"
"You looked form and gentle, and your looks made my purulent wet."She said.

"Good enough ! That settles that,"John said."Now for your third deterrent example. Do you have it away how to hunt ?"

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

"Hmmm, a very Red Indian thing to say,"said King John,"You sure you're not just saying what I want to get wind ?"

"My friends know that I say what I want to say, not what they want to hear. Are you my champion ?"

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

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

Chapter 3

"Shooting praxis"

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

"Yes, I learned in girlfriend Scout bivouac, and liked it enough to take it in PE in college."

"Do you know about compound curtain call ? He asked.

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

"Compound bows are much more knock-down. 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,"she said !

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

search consisted of finding a game track and waiting motionless and silent for a turn of hour, after which Sara and 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 acquisition, especially for a squaw."He said.

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

"Ow ”, he said.

After they ate Antelope cooked over an open air 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 of it queen."She said.

"Oh, so do you be intimate what it's like to have an enormous penis ?"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 the Evangelist pulled out a shabby old stick that he told Sara was a medicine joystick, heated the stones back up, created some steam, pulled out the Cactus tea and they both drank some. He then hit the cover of her chief, 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 penis hanging between her ramification. She had a scrotum too, with egg the size of eggs."tinker's damn, those are big balls… And when I said I liked big cocks, I didn't mean value on me !"John said,"It's your turn to see what swinging a big dick, so to speak, is like. Go, look at your breasts in the mirror."

Sure enough there was a mirror leaning up against the inside of the Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge."Wow, those are good looking tits."Rapidly her penis was getting hard. Seeing her own knocker was getting her aroused. She had never been turned on by tits before. She had to reach down and rip her penis up to keep it from being kinked. It was really long, foresighted than the recollective that had been in her vagina. It stuck out the top of her scanty, and it felt really good to refer 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,"face at me"and gestured between his legs. St. John the Apostle 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 place where I can still use it."She reached over and stroked John's bosom."Where did those come from ; they weren't there a minute ago."His nipples got big and hard. The chest were a gracious size of it for his chest, and made bounteous by his enceinte pecs. She found herself holding them with both hands and they felt really Nice. She slid a hand down to King John's pussy, and found it was wet, and the button was hard."fountainhead, I know what to do with that,"she thought, and pulled her step-in off. She grabbed her member and put it against the mouth of Saint John the Apostle's pussy.

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

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

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

She pushed the big fountainhead of her cock into John's puss. Oh, it felt honorable. Then she slowly, slid her cock parting way in, remembering that just thrusting it in as far as it would go, done quickly, would smart. She pulled her cock out all the way to the tip, it was so upright that it did not flow, but stayed there. She quickly pushed it back in an column inch then paused, to build up up the tension. Then she shoved it in deeper. She felt like she could both feel her shaft in the vagina, and at the Lapplander time, feel a large cock entering in her ghost cunt. What an incredible wizard ! She couldn't resist, and shoved her member into Saint John's vagina all the way.

"Ouch,"said John.

"Ouch,"said her ghost vagina.

At the same fourth dimension, it felt really good. She didn't know there was that much elbow room in John's ( or her ) vagina. She didn't know if lavatory had a womb, but she knew that her penis hadn't gone into it, if he did. If he did give a uterus, and his shape was the Lapplander as a steady 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 trace vagina felt really soundly, as did her very real cock.

She rubbed her mammilla against John's. The feeling of her mammilla and titty felt really soundly against his. She had never felt the sentience before, and coupled with the feeling of her penis in his vagina, it felt great. It was the offset time that she had penetrated a vagina with a phallus, and she reacted as a teen-age boy would the offset clock time he hit a home run ( sexually that is ), and shot a geyser of come into John's vagina.

"Leslie Townes 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 lav was coming too. Apparently, her orgasm triggered his. Then she collapsed on top of lav, and they both went to sleep.

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

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

"No, I have never had that realistic a pipe dream,"she thought,"but what did happen ?"She could remember her cock sliding into his snatch, 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 nipple ?"She said.

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

"So you were in control of the unhurt cognitive operation ?"she said.

"Yes,"he said.

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

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

"How does that go ?"said Sara.

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

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

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

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

"Probably not,"he said, nonchalantly,"even little 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 bird"

They spent the day swimming at a local target, private enough to skinny dip, but did not lie with or even caress each other. Some of the time they spent racing across the quarry, which was satisfying to Sara, because she was clearly flying than John ; outdoing him satisfied her competitory nature. They did some diving off of the side of the quarry, from which she demonstrated her two and one half with a fully braid, which she had learned on the diving event team. John, when diving, showed more braveness than skill, but turned out to be a agile assimilator and mastered a forward one and one half and a back pass with piffling difficultness from about 25 ft. high. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of matter. He wasn't just a typical egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her hubby. She could hardly wait to call her hubby and recount him what had happened so far.

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

"I can not teach you all of my powers, but use of this dame will allow you to do the intimate things I know how to do. Shape changing and some powers the whiten 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 favorite illusion ?"asked John.

Sara was a little reluctant to troop all her Weird intellection, as she had quite an imagination, to go along with a very horny nature. So she told one of her milder one."I have always wanted to see two big guy cable suck and fuck each other."

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

They grasped the doll."What about the peyote ?"She said."Oh, that was just to undercoat the pump and construct you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your opinion 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 cracking definition. Definitely ripped. john didn't modification, but then he was already that way."wellspring, that wasn't exactly what I expected"She said."wagerer have a stern talk with your subconscious, then."He said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before ?"She asked."parting of the training."He said."Had anal 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 member, 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 glossa 2 inches down his phallus. This didn't hurt him, and he liked it. But Sara was astonished that it was even possible.

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 love to a fair sex, that skill will be very ready to hand"

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

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

She went back to sucking on his member, which she noticed was now a pattern 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 vertebral column of her throat, then hit a turn in her pharynx and found she couldn't breathe. She took a breath anyway, and gagged. She pulled his penis out, and took respective deep breathing space. She slid his penis back into her throat, straightened out her neck and skid it down her throat until her lips were on the base of his phallus. Just the feel of a penis going down her throat to the bottom of her neck opening excited her so much that she came right then in John's oral fissure. But she started working John's penis up and down to make her throat tactile property 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 shaft until she could catch her breathing time. Rapidly, she stimulated John until he came to an coming in her throat, which excited her so lots that she got another erection. toilet, meanwhile, was becoming really excited too, and put some lube on his anus. He pulled Sara's phallus out of his mouth, and his member 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 breastfeed his long penis while fucking his anus. She put the header 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 stage around her and arched his back. Quickly he came again. She reacted to this by strongly shooting Thomas More semen 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 bathroom.

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

After several days, and lots of sweat, Sara HAD learned a lot. The very first moral she learned, John told her, was that, sex was, start and first off, in the mind. The peyote hadn't aroused her. Her first moment had. His chant was attuned to her wants and motive, and freed her imaginativeness to let her come without strong-arm arousal. All the former moral were icing on the cake.

"But fun, Gospel According to John, lots of fun,"said Sara.

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

Meanwhile, I was still holding down the dwelling front, wondering what was happening. Doug had called me to tell apart that Sara had run off with an American-Indian language, 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 to come .