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"I should never have kissed you." The Verderer's voice came out as a hoarse growl and Christine bit her lower lip between her teeth worried that she had angered the man somehow. His other hand reached behind her head where his fingers wormed their way into her dark wavy hair. "Now, all I can think about is kissing you again." Christine felt the contradictory emotions of relief and alarm, but before she could find an appropriate response, her head was tilted back and his mouth once again covered her lips.

"Mmmm." Christine moaned softly, and perhaps encouraged by her response, his tongue slipped past her teeth and was exploring deep within her small mouth. Surprised by the sudden intrusion Christine could do nothing but cling to the Verderer's arms as he continued the bold kiss. As big and strong as the man was, he would easily have his way with someone as petite as her, but even if she could have pulled free, she doubted that she would have. The kiss finally ended with her panting heavily and swaying precariously on her bare feet as Werner's hands settled on her hips to steady her.

"Damn, girl." He muttered as he noticed 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. Once again, before she could find any words that seemed at all appropriate to the situation, she felt the Verderer's rough hands moving upwards along her slight body. They roamed over the swell of her belly to the full curves of her breasts where he seemed to pause in a silent reassessment. "I have to stop calling you 'girl', Evelyn, because," his hands cupped her and squeezed gently, "these are the tits of a full-grown woman."

Again, 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 and render judgement on her maturity?

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 wet 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 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 were all the skilled lover needed to guide his **** on her long-preserved virtue. By the time the Verderer sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled on the puckered teat Christine thought she had experienced more sinful pleasure than even the most skilled courtesan in the King Solomon's palace, but that was before his fingers pressed between her silky thighs and found the place that was most private of all.

"Oh, please." Was all she could muster when his thick fingers curled up and between her folds. It could have been a plea to stop, or a demand that he finish what he started, 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 she felt a heat that she had never before experienced begin to build in her loins. It took a few more minutes of work, but between the Verderer's teething of her nipples and the steady caressing of her sex Christine could no longer hold back the sinfulness that was consuming her from within. "Oh ... oh ... Ohh … OHHHG, Oh Lord forgive me!"

Clinging to the man's head Christine jerked in one spasm after another as her insides melted and flowed from her sex and down her thighs. Had she been too loud? From the stalls below she could hear the laughter of her brother and his new friends continue without a pause and she breathed a sigh of relief. It may have been a little premature, because the Verderer was not done.

"Lie here, Evelyn." The words were a sharp command, that she could not disobey. He pushed her firmly down onto the low bed with its musty bedding, his powerful hands lifting her slender body and positioning her just where he wanted. For a brief moment, Christine was left alone, laid out on the small lumpy bed as Werner stripped away his remaining clothing. The darkness of the stall spared Christine the sight of his long erection twitching with need as drops of pre-cum dripped from the tip, but she knew enough about what men expected from women that she had no doubts about how this would end. "Spread your legs, Evelyn."

"Please," She whispered as he lowered her to the makeshift bed, "I've never been with a man." She didn't want to sound silly, but she had heard that the first union could be painful for the maid. "Please be gentle."