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The next morning I woke alone. I bathed from the big jar, cleaning up the mess I had made of myself and remembering the night before with tremulous joy. I felt like a different woman. There was a great and wondrous spirit in my loins. I had felt its magic through and through.
The wise-woman came in a little later with a bag full of herbs. Her manner was serious.
“Apprentice,” she said, “you must understand what passed between us last night. It is the way of the young to fall in love with the first person who gives them a really good fuck.” She looked me straight in the eyes, and I was forced to look down. My heart, so swollen with memory, became a cold stone in my chest. “I know that you love me, and I love you also, but not in the same way. I am the wise-woman and you are the apprentice. I have a husband. You cannot have me as you wish to. I have a duty to train you in our ways, to help you find your destiny. I will teach you the power of your pussy and we will fuck many times. But you cannot cling to me. I am bound to another, and you must be free. Do you understand?”
How well she read my feelings! I said nothing at first, but I wept and wept, and she waited patiently. At last I blew my nose on the hem of my dress, and said with trembling dignity, “I want no other. And I am a woman, not a girl.”
She did not smile at my foolish words. She said, “Indeed you are. But you are more than a woman, you are a wise-woman, and your destiny is different from mine. We have spent too long alone together. It is time for you to face the world.”
I was heartbroken for two weeks, but the wise-woman was firm and gentle. We concentrated on potions and sacred chants and the names of the stars. She began to let me help with her visitors—worried mothers with sick c***dren, and men with sick sheep. She seemed to be waiting for something.
At last I said hesitantly, “Wise-woman, I feel no desire. I have not fucked myself since… since that night. I fear my pussy has lost its power.”
She said, “Then it is time to learn a new thing. Fucking is about giving pleasure, even more than it is about taking. Even if you have little desire, you can give, and it will return.”
A day or two later, when we had time, she showed me how to rub her own cunt just as I rubbed mine, and to fuck her with my little fist. Her Passage was larger than mine. At the climax she would shudder and moan and clap her legs together, trapping my arm and fist in her pussy until the spirit had passed.
After that she taught me to sit on her face. I remembered our first meeting, when she licked my pussy so delicately. She was very skilled, taking her time and exploring me thoroughly with her tongue. My desire returned, and I rubbed my cunt over her mouth until my juices and her spit were running down her cheeks. It was more gentle than fucking, but exciting in a different way. I came several times, as she reached up and pinched my nipples.
Then she taught me to use my mouth too, kissing her and sucking her breasts, parting her Doors to stroke her pussy up and down and from side to side. How I loved the taste of her! Like myself, but richer and darker. The scent lingered in her pussy hair.
In this I think she was less interested than I. I came to understand that she liked a harder fuck, thrashing about with my fist buried in her cunt. So it was that I learned about giving, and watching the signs—listening, above all, to the sounds she made. My heightened senses served me well, and she told me so. I swelled with pride, but beneath it was always sadness. I was only her apprentice, not truly her lover.
Now at last I must speak of men. In our village men and women lived different lives. Men sheared and butchered the sheep, tanned the hides, and dyed the wool. They cut wood for fires and they built huts and fences; they dug clay and fired the pottery that women made. Women worked the wool, carding and spinning and weaving. They made baskets and clothes and pottery, and they cooked. c***dren looked after the herds and grew the vegetables.
The only man I knew well was my father. Of course I had seen naked boys, but I thought little about them. Their cocks and balls seemed ugly and awkward to me, unlike a woman’s neatly hidden pussy. I supposed that someday I would get married and have babies, as all women did, but I was in no hurry to do so. Boys had their own interests that were different from mine, and from what I could overhear of their talk, what they liked were pretty girls with big tits. Once I moved in with the wise-woman I gave them no more thought.
One autumn day after my chores were done she said, “Now I must show you another secret. You can be a mother now, but a wise-woman chooses when she wishes to be one.” She made a small pad of clean wool, and one side she rubbed all over with wool-fat, and the other she dipped in vinegar. She said, “Push this up your Passage until it blocks the Round Door. It will prevent a man’s seed from entering the Cave. Keep it in a leather pouch, and if you want to fuck a man, put it in first. You must wash it out after, and renew the wool-fat and vinegar.”
“Why are you saying this? Are you sending me away?” I asked, and started to tear up. This was the first time that she had spoken of fucking men.
“No indeed! You have much more to learn. But you cannot be a wise-woman if you have never fucked a man. It is just as essential as knowing your own pussy.”
“But I don’t know any men who want to fuck me.” I thought about my skinny body and my scarred face. Some of the other women my age were already married and pregnant, with big tits full of milk and broad hips. Only the wise-woman had ever cared for my body as it was.
“That is easily solved,” she said drily. “But first you must watch my husband and me fuck so you can see how it is done, because there are things that you should know.” Of course, I had always known that they fucked, but they did it when I was out gathering seeds and berries.
The wise-woman’s husband was called Strong-Back. He was thick-set and shorter than my father. His legs and arms were well-muscled from carrying heavy loads. He had a broad, cheerful smile and was always kind to me, but he had little to say. The work of Wise-Woman was not his concern, and neither was her apprentice. I could tell that they loved each other, and I was both jealous of him and ashamed of my jealousy. But I liked him all the same.
When he returned from his next trip, we ate our evening meal together and then the wise-woman said simply, “She is ready.” Strong-Back nodded and they both cleaned themselves all over with water from the big jar, and stood there naked. She said, “Now sit in the corner and don’t interfere. This may seem hurtful, but it is not. Just watch.”
Then she knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth, and my eyes widened, because this was a thing that no sheep or dog ever did. And behold, his small soft cock grew and grew until it was standing up and hard and red. Her head rocked back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth. She made little humming sounds in her throat, and he made grunts of pleasure.
Suddenly she stopped and said to me, “If I go on, he will come, but it is not yet time.” She took his cock in her hand and led him to the bed, where he lay on his back. She sat on his face, as she had taught me to do to her, and he licked her cunt and pushed his fingers up her faster and faster. I knew that he was doing it right, for she moaned just as she did when I did it to her.
At last she came with a great sigh and crawled slowly off him and lay in his arms for a time. He kissed her hair and her face and I wanted badly to have someone to kiss my hair and my face too. But his cock had gone soft, so she climbed on top of him again, facing the other way so that he could lick her cunt and she could suck him again. And together they fucked with their mouths for what seemed like a long time.
“Now,” she said to me, “pay attention.” She need not have, for I was already staring with all my might, and my pussy was wet and I began to play with it a little. She turned to sit astride his loins, and she took that enormous red cock in her hand and thrust herself down on it. Her cunt engulfed the entire thing, and they both said “Ahhhh” and smiled at each other. Then they began fucking slowly. She rose and fell on her knees, taking it in and out, and then she sat up straight and rocked her hips back and forth. And she came again and her wetness ran down his glistening cock and into the hair of their loins, now matted and tangled with their fucking.
Then he gripped her tightly to his chest and rolled over with his cock still buried in her cunt, until he was on top of her. He rose up on to his knees, seized her ankles in his hands, spread her legs as far as they could go, and fucked her like fury. She shrieked and grabbed the headboard above her head. They were both talking at once, words I had never heard anyone use. He said, “Do you want my cock in your cunt? Do you want it? Tell me how you want it,” and at the same time she was pleading, “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock. Harder. Harder.” He slowed down his rapid thrusting then and began to slam his cock into her one hard stroke at a time, and with each one she moaned.
At last there came a point where he could control himself no longer. He lay on top of her, holding her shoulders and passionately kissing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his broad chest and her legs over his back and he fucked her savagely with deep panting breaths. Then he let out a great groan and collapsed with his cock still in her. I could see from the veins in their necks that their hearts were racing furiously.
After a short while he rolled off her and lay in her arms, and she lay with her legs apart and his seed dribbling out of her cunt. I was fiercely rubbing my own pussy, and I soon came. I had never seen a man and a woman fuck before, and the power of it thrilled me. I now understood why she said that a wise-woman must fuck men as well as women. It was altogether different.
The next day Strong-Back was off on another journey, and I had a thousand questions for the wise-woman. Did a cock taste like a pussy? How did it feel to have it inside you? Why did it go soft? Men felt pleasure too; did they also have a spirit in them?
She answered these questions with patience and good humor, and explained that men’s spirits were expended in making their seed. Moreover, they could not come again and again like a woman. The only magic they had was in making babies.
She taught me that a woman must not fuck another woman’s husband, because his seed belongs to her. I had been so excited that I would happily have fucked him right after she did, if it had been allowed. She also told me that all fucking must be joyous. If there is nagging or begging, then the joy is gone, and if there are threats or force, then it is a great and poisonous curse. And I took this into my heart and remembered it.
== End of Part 2 ==
The wise-woman came in a little later with a bag full of herbs. Her manner was serious.
“Apprentice,” she said, “you must understand what passed between us last night. It is the way of the young to fall in love with the first person who gives them a really good fuck.” She looked me straight in the eyes, and I was forced to look down. My heart, so swollen with memory, became a cold stone in my chest. “I know that you love me, and I love you also, but not in the same way. I am the wise-woman and you are the apprentice. I have a husband. You cannot have me as you wish to. I have a duty to train you in our ways, to help you find your destiny. I will teach you the power of your pussy and we will fuck many times. But you cannot cling to me. I am bound to another, and you must be free. Do you understand?”
How well she read my feelings! I said nothing at first, but I wept and wept, and she waited patiently. At last I blew my nose on the hem of my dress, and said with trembling dignity, “I want no other. And I am a woman, not a girl.”
She did not smile at my foolish words. She said, “Indeed you are. But you are more than a woman, you are a wise-woman, and your destiny is different from mine. We have spent too long alone together. It is time for you to face the world.”
I was heartbroken for two weeks, but the wise-woman was firm and gentle. We concentrated on potions and sacred chants and the names of the stars. She began to let me help with her visitors—worried mothers with sick c***dren, and men with sick sheep. She seemed to be waiting for something.
At last I said hesitantly, “Wise-woman, I feel no desire. I have not fucked myself since… since that night. I fear my pussy has lost its power.”
She said, “Then it is time to learn a new thing. Fucking is about giving pleasure, even more than it is about taking. Even if you have little desire, you can give, and it will return.”
A day or two later, when we had time, she showed me how to rub her own cunt just as I rubbed mine, and to fuck her with my little fist. Her Passage was larger than mine. At the climax she would shudder and moan and clap her legs together, trapping my arm and fist in her pussy until the spirit had passed.
After that she taught me to sit on her face. I remembered our first meeting, when she licked my pussy so delicately. She was very skilled, taking her time and exploring me thoroughly with her tongue. My desire returned, and I rubbed my cunt over her mouth until my juices and her spit were running down her cheeks. It was more gentle than fucking, but exciting in a different way. I came several times, as she reached up and pinched my nipples.
Then she taught me to use my mouth too, kissing her and sucking her breasts, parting her Doors to stroke her pussy up and down and from side to side. How I loved the taste of her! Like myself, but richer and darker. The scent lingered in her pussy hair.
In this I think she was less interested than I. I came to understand that she liked a harder fuck, thrashing about with my fist buried in her cunt. So it was that I learned about giving, and watching the signs—listening, above all, to the sounds she made. My heightened senses served me well, and she told me so. I swelled with pride, but beneath it was always sadness. I was only her apprentice, not truly her lover.
Now at last I must speak of men. In our village men and women lived different lives. Men sheared and butchered the sheep, tanned the hides, and dyed the wool. They cut wood for fires and they built huts and fences; they dug clay and fired the pottery that women made. Women worked the wool, carding and spinning and weaving. They made baskets and clothes and pottery, and they cooked. c***dren looked after the herds and grew the vegetables.
The only man I knew well was my father. Of course I had seen naked boys, but I thought little about them. Their cocks and balls seemed ugly and awkward to me, unlike a woman’s neatly hidden pussy. I supposed that someday I would get married and have babies, as all women did, but I was in no hurry to do so. Boys had their own interests that were different from mine, and from what I could overhear of their talk, what they liked were pretty girls with big tits. Once I moved in with the wise-woman I gave them no more thought.
One autumn day after my chores were done she said, “Now I must show you another secret. You can be a mother now, but a wise-woman chooses when she wishes to be one.” She made a small pad of clean wool, and one side she rubbed all over with wool-fat, and the other she dipped in vinegar. She said, “Push this up your Passage until it blocks the Round Door. It will prevent a man’s seed from entering the Cave. Keep it in a leather pouch, and if you want to fuck a man, put it in first. You must wash it out after, and renew the wool-fat and vinegar.”
“Why are you saying this? Are you sending me away?” I asked, and started to tear up. This was the first time that she had spoken of fucking men.
“No indeed! You have much more to learn. But you cannot be a wise-woman if you have never fucked a man. It is just as essential as knowing your own pussy.”
“But I don’t know any men who want to fuck me.” I thought about my skinny body and my scarred face. Some of the other women my age were already married and pregnant, with big tits full of milk and broad hips. Only the wise-woman had ever cared for my body as it was.
“That is easily solved,” she said drily. “But first you must watch my husband and me fuck so you can see how it is done, because there are things that you should know.” Of course, I had always known that they fucked, but they did it when I was out gathering seeds and berries.
The wise-woman’s husband was called Strong-Back. He was thick-set and shorter than my father. His legs and arms were well-muscled from carrying heavy loads. He had a broad, cheerful smile and was always kind to me, but he had little to say. The work of Wise-Woman was not his concern, and neither was her apprentice. I could tell that they loved each other, and I was both jealous of him and ashamed of my jealousy. But I liked him all the same.
When he returned from his next trip, we ate our evening meal together and then the wise-woman said simply, “She is ready.” Strong-Back nodded and they both cleaned themselves all over with water from the big jar, and stood there naked. She said, “Now sit in the corner and don’t interfere. This may seem hurtful, but it is not. Just watch.”
Then she knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth, and my eyes widened, because this was a thing that no sheep or dog ever did. And behold, his small soft cock grew and grew until it was standing up and hard and red. Her head rocked back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth. She made little humming sounds in her throat, and he made grunts of pleasure.
Suddenly she stopped and said to me, “If I go on, he will come, but it is not yet time.” She took his cock in her hand and led him to the bed, where he lay on his back. She sat on his face, as she had taught me to do to her, and he licked her cunt and pushed his fingers up her faster and faster. I knew that he was doing it right, for she moaned just as she did when I did it to her.
At last she came with a great sigh and crawled slowly off him and lay in his arms for a time. He kissed her hair and her face and I wanted badly to have someone to kiss my hair and my face too. But his cock had gone soft, so she climbed on top of him again, facing the other way so that he could lick her cunt and she could suck him again. And together they fucked with their mouths for what seemed like a long time.
“Now,” she said to me, “pay attention.” She need not have, for I was already staring with all my might, and my pussy was wet and I began to play with it a little. She turned to sit astride his loins, and she took that enormous red cock in her hand and thrust herself down on it. Her cunt engulfed the entire thing, and they both said “Ahhhh” and smiled at each other. Then they began fucking slowly. She rose and fell on her knees, taking it in and out, and then she sat up straight and rocked her hips back and forth. And she came again and her wetness ran down his glistening cock and into the hair of their loins, now matted and tangled with their fucking.
Then he gripped her tightly to his chest and rolled over with his cock still buried in her cunt, until he was on top of her. He rose up on to his knees, seized her ankles in his hands, spread her legs as far as they could go, and fucked her like fury. She shrieked and grabbed the headboard above her head. They were both talking at once, words I had never heard anyone use. He said, “Do you want my cock in your cunt? Do you want it? Tell me how you want it,” and at the same time she was pleading, “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock. Harder. Harder.” He slowed down his rapid thrusting then and began to slam his cock into her one hard stroke at a time, and with each one she moaned.
At last there came a point where he could control himself no longer. He lay on top of her, holding her shoulders and passionately kissing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his broad chest and her legs over his back and he fucked her savagely with deep panting breaths. Then he let out a great groan and collapsed with his cock still in her. I could see from the veins in their necks that their hearts were racing furiously.
After a short while he rolled off her and lay in her arms, and she lay with her legs apart and his seed dribbling out of her cunt. I was fiercely rubbing my own pussy, and I soon came. I had never seen a man and a woman fuck before, and the power of it thrilled me. I now understood why she said that a wise-woman must fuck men as well as women. It was altogether different.
The next day Strong-Back was off on another journey, and I had a thousand questions for the wise-woman. Did a cock taste like a pussy? How did it feel to have it inside you? Why did it go soft? Men felt pleasure too; did they also have a spirit in them?
She answered these questions with patience and good humor, and explained that men’s spirits were expended in making their seed. Moreover, they could not come again and again like a woman. The only magic they had was in making babies.
She taught me that a woman must not fuck another woman’s husband, because his seed belongs to her. I had been so excited that I would happily have fucked him right after she did, if it had been allowed. She also told me that all fucking must be joyous. If there is nagging or begging, then the joy is gone, and if there are threats or force, then it is a great and poisonous curse. And I took this into my heart and remembered it.
== End of Part 2 ==
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