It's time to grow up

Without taking her eyes off the gently rocking couple Christine slowly nodded. She knew that what was about to happen was a sin against God and her family, but she just couldn't bring herself to pull away. Had she stayed in her father's castle, her carefully guarded chastity no doubt have been claimed by Prince Henry - the memory of the lustful man leering at her innocent body made her shudder, she had no illusions about what the Bastard Prince would have done if he got the chance. Perhaps misinterpreting her reaction Marielle pulled herself slowly from her husband's shaft and took Christine in her arms, pressing her to the warmth and softness of her breasts.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Evelyn." She kissed the soft skin of Christine's temple as she whispered in her ear. "God formed woman's body from man's, the two parts of the whole are made to fit together, and you will never be closer to Him than when you are brought back together." This was a novel interpretation of Genesis, and Christine almost giggled as she imagined Monsignor Benedictus preaching this salacious heresy from the dais to her father and all his assembled court. In a way though, it made more sense than the Church's claim that any form of sexual contact or even thoughts were impure and kept the offender from reaching out to the Holy Spirit.

"I'm ready." She announced with more resolve than she actually felt. "What should I do?" Marielle squeezed her one more time and then lowered her onto her back.

"Call me old fashioned," she smiled, "but I think a girl's first time should be on her back looking up into the man's eyes." Christine felt her breathing quicken at the unequivocal description of what was about to happen. Marielle turned to her husband and gestured to where Christine lay waiting. "Now that's a sight for sore eyes isn't it, dear?"

The excitement in the Verderer's eyes made Christine tremble even as her insides gushed. She smiled nervously at the man as he climbed between her knees and slowly crawled forward until his large body completely covered her. She could feel the heat of his cock pinned against her soft belly and the hardness of his chest crushing her breasts like bladders that threatened to burst. Werner supported most of his weight on his forearms, but even so her breath was taken away by how intimately close he was to her. The feeling of his manhood rubbing against her flower made it difficult to think about anything else.

"I know what you want, Big Man," Marielle teased as she slid her arm between their two bodies until her fingers were tickling Christine's most private parts, "but we promised Evelyn that she would enjoy this moment too, so you're going to have to reign back those urges."

"It's OK," Gasped Christine as the head of his penis pressed against her just where Marielle's fingers where stroking. "He can do what he has to, I'm ready." Marielle apparently had a differing opinion.

"Oh Sweetie," the buxom goodwife chuckled not unkindly, "It's nice of you to offer, but let me determine when you're really ready." As she spoke, her hand pushed Werner's throbbing member to the side and her fingers returned to their gentle teasing of Christine's sex. Both the Verderer and Christine let out soft moans of frustration, but Marielle wasn't moved. "You are nice and wet already, Evelyn," she stated the obvious, "and that's good, but my Werner is a big man and if I don't stretch you out a little, he could tear you badly."

And so, while her husband slowly rubbed his hard body over every inch of tiny Christine's exposed skin, Marielle slipped first one finger and then another up inside her tight slit. Christine's hips twisted and jerked trying to get more of Marielle's digits into her as she imagined that it was the Verderer's manhood that was moving inside her tight passage.

"She's getting close, Honey." Marielle smiled at her impatiently waiting husband, "let me bring her back just to the edge, and it will be time for you to do your thing." Christine thought that Marielle's touch was driving her mad with need before, but now the woman turned her attention to bringing her to a climax. Her skilled fingers seemed to know exactly where to stroke and tease to make the virgin whimper with need but just when Christine finally thought she'd get the release she needed Marielle stopped her rubbing. Instead, her hand steered Werner's erection to the folds of Christine's aching privates and guided the thick head between the slick petals.

"Please … oh please … PLEASE … " Christine could no longer think about anything other than how close she had been to exploding; then she felt the pressure of the Verderer stretching her from inside. "I need this … Please … plea - Aigghhh!" The sharp pain of her hymen being torn away was nothing compared to the tingling waves of pleasure that were radiating from her loins. With each of the Verderer's slow thrusts, she felt as if a thousand sparks were shooting from her sex and igniting every other inch of her body with an unquenchable blaze.

Only now could she begin to understand the innuendo and slight off-hand remarks of her ladies-in-waiting and servants when they gossiped about the menfolk of the castle. But as her back arched and her hips bucked against the Verderer's thrusts, she knew in her heart that as well as those women thought they had it, that nothing in the world could compare to what she was feeling. And then, when she could contain her passion no longer, with a cry of triumph she exploded in the Verderer's arms.