Lay on the charm

You attract more flies with honey than vinegar. "Angelika, correct?" She nods. "Doesn't it ever get boring, dusting and sweeping all day?" "Oh no," she replies, "I'm perfectly happy with my job here. The wage is much better than anything I could find back home." You laugh. Does she think you want to fire her or something? "I simply mean, wouldn't it be nice to insert a little excitement into your day once in a while?" She looks at you timidly, not understanding. "Well, it must be hard being a simple peasant girl. Say you work here for a while. Then what. You eventually go home, get married to some schlep from your village or one village over, then spend the rest of your days popping out starving babies. Is that any kind of life?" She tears up at this grim assessment of her prospects. You gently put your hands on her shoulders to comfort her, but she turns her head down and away. "It doesn't have to be that way, though," you say. "Stay with me and have some fun. I'll see that you're taken care of." With one hand you take hold of her chin and bring her face back to meet your gaze. She looks at you for a few moments, then falls into your arms.

You hug her reassuringly for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. The tow of you begin making out, awkwardly at first. Soon you both, despite your mutual inexperience, get the hang of it and begin enjoying the kiss. Controlling your eager manhood, you progress slowly but surely through the steps the other boys discussed in hushed whispers when the monks weren't around. You cup her somewhat small, but perky breast in one hand. Once satisfied, you begin massaging the increasingly hard nipple beneath her frock, causing her to moan into the kiss. A good sign, you presume. Your hand moves down, lifting up her skirt in bunches. Once finished, you grope her unprotected muff. She shudders at this, and you quickly find her most sensitive areas based on her responses. After a few minutes of groping and kissing, your hand starts to become sticky with her love fluids. Time for the next step, you think. You move her carefully onto the bed, legs hanging down the side. "Oh my." she says with bright-red countenance, unused to being so exposed. You pick up on a musky odor, and quickly deduce the origin. So that's what it smells like, you muse. It's not exactly pleasant, but nonetheless has the sort of strange addictiveness you sense in ****. Using the knowledge you have gained during your groping, you hone in on the clitoris and more sensitive parts of her labia. The young girl has never received such treatment before, because she cums after only a minute or two of your licking. Good enough for now, you suppose.

Eyes on the prize, it's time you get yours. You remove your pants eagerly, prepared for your shining moment. Your peasant widens her legs to allow you entry. Aiming carefully, you position your dick. Slowly, you enter her, inch by inch. Her pussy is amazingly tight, and the hot wetness is a pleasure unlike any you've felt. You feel grateful that you are giving her time to accommodate, as it was difficult not to cum in your initial thrust. She winces in pain as you break though her hymen. "Are you ok?" you ask. She gives a pained nod, and you continue a bit slower. So she really was a virgin, as you had hoped. Still, you did good work readying her and she works through the pain, even starting to enjoy it. Once inside, you find it easier to thrust without risking an early orgasm. You take hold of her slender thighs to steady your pumping. A few minutes go by like this, and she orgasms again. You nearly lose control as her muscles contract around your cock, exacerbating the already incredible tightness. You pause to control yourself, but at least now you know what to expect. Sweating and breathing hard, you find a good pace. Eventually you notice that she is building to another orgasm. Not that you have the staying power to last another anyways, you decide to cum in unison with her. She begins to pant and thrash weakly as the moment approaches, prompting you to greater excitement.