He lets her do it

"I can't believe no man has plucked your flower." The Verderer's voice was strained with excitement. "Is this really your first time with a man?"

"I'm sorry I don't have any experience, Master Werner." Christine responded shyly, afraid that he would leave her like this. So close to getting what she needed, but still unsatisfied. "Please show me what to do, I'm a fast learner." And then when she still sensed his ****, she pressed her naked body against his and made sure he knew that she was his completely. "You can do anything you like, use me for your pleasure."

"No lass," the Verderer's voice softened, "If this is your first time, it should be your pleasure that we focus on." He lifted her easily from the blanket and then settled back down so he was on his back, and she was atop him straddling the man's toned abdomen.

"I don't understand." Christine wiggled against his bell as she expressed her confusion, "Aren't you going to take me?"

"No, little Evelyn," the Verderer's hands rested gently on her hips, holding her against his throbbing erection as he explained. "I'm not going to take you; you are going to ride me." It did not take Christine long to start taking charge. By holding the shaft upright, she was able to wedge the thick round head of the man's twitching member between folds of her itching womanhood. To her surprise, her petals opened enough to accept it into her passage. The pressure of the alien member within her hurt a little, but not too much.

"Oh, that feels so good, Sweetheart." It took every ounce of willpower that Werner had not to pull Evelyn down onto his cock. He could feel the heat of her tight muscles clenching the head of his penis as she wiggled experimentally; it was amazing!

"Ow ..." A new sensation shot upwards from Christine's core; Master Werner's manhood pressed sharply against what could only be her maidenhead. The pressure she felt earlier as her sex stretched to accept the man's penis was different from the sharper discomfort of his member pressing against her delicate hymen. "That hurts ..." She whispered even as she carefully lowered her hips once again getting used to the sensation.

"You don't have to do this, Evelyn." Not for the first time Christine wished she had told the Verderer her real name; she was about to surrender her purity to the man, and he kept calling her the wrong name.

"Yes, I do!" The enormity of the situation was not lost on Christine. The one thing that she learned in the past few days was that if she did not take control of her body, someone else would. It could have easily been Prince Henry who violated her, if not that vile bastard, then the band of outlaws in the forest would surely have passed her about like a platter of sweetmeats. The Verderer's timely arrival that saved her virtue on that day, but it was only a matter of time before some other man **** apart her knees and stole her treasure. "I'll be the one that makes this decision." She was talking as much to herself as she was the man beneath her, but no sooner had the words left her mouth then she **** herself back and down onto the column of flesh.

It hurt. She knew it would, how could anything as big and hard as Master Werner's penis not hurt as she impaled her young body on it, but in spite of the sharp pain that lanced through her, Christine willingly accepted the necessary sacrifice.