A kiss, and more

"Leave my wife to me." The Verderer leaned forward lifting her chin with his forefinger before gently brushing her lips with his.

"Mmmm." She moaned softly, and encouraged by her response, Werner slipped his tongue past her teeth and began exploring her small mouth. He could feel her surprise at the sudden intrusion, but she wasn't fighting him; she clung to his shoulders as he continued the bold kiss, letting him do whatever he wanted. As tiny and delicate as Evelyn - no Christine - was, he would easily have his way with her, but this surrender made him want her even more. The kiss finally ended with Christine panting heavily and swaying precariously on her bare feet as Werner's hands settled on her hips to steady her.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" He muttered as he noticed not for the first time just how poorly the old shirt protected her modesty. His palm pressed the worn linen to her backside exploring her firm cheeks in the blackness. She was so soft, and his rough hands moved upwards along her slight body. They roamed over the swell of her belly to the curves of her round breasts where he squeezed her until she moaned. "God girl, I don't care who you are, not when you have tits like these."

Christine was torn between conflicting responses to the Verderer's reaction to her curves. With her delicate frame and fine girlish features, men often judged her to be much younger than her actually age, and she felt a surge of pride that this man recognized her as a woman. At the same time, her upbringing made her want to scream in protest. Who was this man, a commoner at that, to grope her breasts like a farmer evaluating a nanny-goat as if that is all that mattered?

Then his fingers slipped through the 'V' neck of the loose shirt and suddenly he was cupping her bare flesh in his palm, Christine no longer cared who the man was or how wrong this whole encounter was. She just wanted him to continue in any way he pleased. Her nipple, already stiff and hard, throbbed as his calloused thumb ran back and forth over the peak several times with just the right amount of pressure to make her arch upwards and press her flesh into his hand shamelessly. Apparently, this was the final straw for the Verderer too.

"I have to have you." His groan was a surrender, a promise, an adulation and a threat all at the same time and it never even occurred to Christine to deny him what he wanted. When his hands found the hem of the old shirt, she lifted her arms demurely over her head allowing the man to uncover every last inch of her naked body.

It may have been too dark for the Verderer to fully take in the beauty of her youthful figure, but that did not stop him from using his other senses. He held her firmly as he sank to his knees to better explore her petite body.

First his hands and then his mouth explored her creamy flesh, nuzzling the softness of her throat and then down to the sweet-smelling valley between her breasts. Christine's eager moans and gasps of delight guided his **** on her long-preserved virtue. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled on the puckered teat Christine jerked with pleasure, her small body writhing in his grip. But when his fingers pressed between her silky thighs and found the place that was most private of all she began to whimper and beg.

"Oh, please." His thick fingers curled up and between her folds and he could feel for himself just how tight she was. The whispered words may or may not have been a plea to stop, but it didn't really matter what Christine intended, because the Verderer shushed her with another long kiss even as his fingers found the pearl hidden deep in the petals and began teasing the sensitive nub. "Uhhgh, ooghh, oghgh" her soft moans were in rhythm with his rubbing fingers, and he knew that she wasn't going to resist when he was ready to finish taking what he wanted. It took a few more minutes of work, but between sucking at her nipples and the steady caressing of her sex the Verderer could feel Christine get closer and closer to the ultimate peak. "Oh ... oh ... Ohh … OHHHG, Oh Lord forgive me!"

Her climax sent another surge of desire straight to the Verderer's loins. He was going to have this lovely thing. He'd take her before that fat old bastard on Gold Street got a chance to spread her legs. Christine was still clinging to his neck as her innocent body jerked in one spasm after another. He had to act now before his boys started wondering where he had disappeared to. From the stalls below she could hear the laughter of her brother and his new friends continue but there was no guaranty how long that would last.

"Lie here, Christine." The words came out more demanding than he intended, but she slowly reclined onto her back. He lifted her slender body until she was just where he wanted. For a brief moment, he left her laid out on the small lumpy bed he stripped away his remaining clothing. His kept his head low under the barn roof rafters as he kicked off his leggings and knelt carefully at the end of the bed reaching for her slender ankles. "Spread your legs, Honey."

"Please, be gentle" She whispered as he pulled open her legs and shifted his body forward. "I've never been with a man." It was exactly why he was going to take her, and take her now. If he didn't pop this tight cherry when he had the chance, some other man was going to do it. It was just a matter of time.