Marielle guides her first steps

"Go ahead, honey." Marielle took her husband's calloused hand in hers and led him to the side of the bed close enough that, if she dared, Christine could have reached out and touched his bare chest. "She wants this, Werner." Marielle seemed to know her better than she knew herself. "So do I, Werner. You'll finally get what I couldn't give you on our wedding night." For a heartbeat, Christine wondered how Master Werner met his wife all those years ago, but when Marielle took her hand and pressed it against her husband's chest, Christine could think of nothing else. Her small fingers wove into the stiff chest hairs and felt the heat of his skin as they pressed into the hard muscles of the man's torso. Werner's gasp made it clear what he thought of this touch even without his wife's encouragement.

"You have good taste in men, Evelyn." The busty woman settled on the bed behind her, so her legs cradled Christine's even as her breath softly ruffled the fine hairs on the back of her neck near her ear. "Werner here is one of the finest lovers I've ever had, and I've had the chance to experience more men than you could even imagine."

Any other time Christine might have been confused by Marielle's cryptic comment, but at the moment her thoughts were clouded by the sensations running from her fingertips as they climbed up to the Verderer's chiseled jaw and the coarse stubble that covered it. This was so unlike what she imagined her first encounter with a man might be like. She expected, like every other noblewoman she knew, to have her first time be on her wedding bed with her lawful husband; she imagined that her role would involve little more than to lay on her back and let her groom do what had to be done. So far, the man had not even lifted a single finger to explore her curves, he seemed content to let her set the pace. Marielle, however, lacked her husband's patience.

"Wait 'til you see this." The goodwife reached around Christine's petite body and jerked at the drawstring that held the man's leggings on. With what seemed to be shocking ease, she reached into the loosened undergarment and pulled out a meaty appendage that looked nothing like Bishop Anthryl's small pink member. It was as long and thick as an oversized sausage with a slight curve to it and as Marielle's fingers wrapped around it the tip twitched like it had a life of its own. Christine felt sure that there must be some misunderstanding, there was no way that something that size could possibly fit inside her sex.

Once again, her hand was captured, but this time by the Verderer and he pulled it down to rest alongside his wife's.

"We'd better take care of this." Marielle whispered into her ear, "If we give him some relief now, he'll be able to take his time when it really matters." And so it was that Christine received her first lesson in how to please a man. It was not so hard in theory, to run her soft hands up and down the length of the Verderer's pulsing shaft, but Marielle shared with her a few tricks that improved the experience for both of them. Nothing in Christine's experience had even hinted at using her own spittle to cover the shaft, or to look for the sensitive spot just below the helmeted head that made the man groan softly even as his member jerked in her grip.

"Get closer, Evelyn." Marielle pushed her face down to the man's groin until both of them were crouched over his penis as they stroked it. "Use your mouth, honey." Marielle demonstrated what she meant without a hint of hesitation, in fact if anything she seemed to savor the taste of her husband's flesh. "It will drive him wild when he feels your pretty little lips wrapped around him like this." Christine knew that she shouldn't, but Marielle made the unnatural act seem so tempting that she experimentally licked at the tip. It tasted musky, with an earthy flavor that was unlike anything she had ever tried, but not as unpleasant as she would have thought.

Next, she kissed the Verderer's pulsing member; after a second and third kiss she had the knob of the man's manhood engulfed in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the flesh mimicking Marielle to the best of her ability. With the head of Master Werner's manhood in her mouth, Christine looked up at the Verderer to see if she was pleasing him.

The way the man stared down at her was so needy, she returned her hand to his shaft and resumed her sucking with a whole new intensity. She couldn't imagine servicing any other man like this, certainly not the obese bishop or the cruel Prince Henry, but the Verderer was different.

The Verderer's swollen penis was pulsing in her fingers, and Marielle was warning her about something, but Christine was enjoying the feeling of the pillar of flesh between her small hands and the taste of his flesh filling her mouth too much to listen to her coach.