She can't risk getting pregnant

"This is so good," the Verderer's words came out in a soft gasp. "Am I hurting you?"

"A little." To say anything else would be a lie, and Christine had lied enough to this man already. As if to make it clear that the pain wasn't too bad, she lowered herself down all the way onto him letting out a moan of satisfaction when she was all the way full.

"Easy lass," Werner placed his hands on her slender hips, "make this last as long as you can." Although Christine had never been with a man like this, she knew all too well the result of a man and woman lying together.

"You can't finish inside," She reached out and touched his face, "I want you to, but I just can't." The Verderer stared up at her in wonder, she was so beautiful and so mature for someone with no experience. What little light there was coming through the small windows made her pale skin glow as she rode him. Marielle was a beautiful woman, but stern and demanding; to have someone like Evelyn ... young, innocent and sweet offer herself like this as much as he wanted to finish inside her he nodded in agreement.

"I'll tell you when I get close." He could see the young woman hesitate and he softened his voice to the soothing caress he used with a new horse. "Move your hips, feel how good it is to have a man inside you like this." The Verderer gently pulled on her hips, so her sex pressed against the shaft that rose inside her. When she found her own rhythm he lifted them to cup her swaying tits. As he caressed her, he felt the responsive nipples tighten into hard buds and soon she was wiggling on his cock like a fish on a spear.

"Please ... Master Werner!" Christine gripped his hand with all her strength and pressed his fingers down to where their bodies joined. "I don't know what's happening ... oh Holy Savior ... I'm going to explode!" There was still discomfort, but not the shooting pain she endured when she settled onto him the first time. Christine could not believe how full she was. Waves of pleasure sweep over her again and again like waves on a beach as she rocked on his manhood. Once again, her body jerked in a climax and this time her sex flooded the Verderer's penis with a flood of heat.

It was all Werner could do to keep from losing control, not only had this exquisite young beauty given him her maidenhead, but she had worked herself into a full-blown orgasm while riding him like a champ. Too soon, he had to end this pleasure and with a grunt he lifted her slight body off his cock.

But to his surprise, Eveyln wasn't done. Sliding back onto his thighs she reached for his shaft and gripped it in her small soft fist stroking him with an intensity and determination that was more seemly for a brothel whore than the sheltered young maiden that he knew she was.

"Oh FUCK, YES!" It was too dark to see how high the arc of silver went, but he felt the heat of is seed landing first high on his chest and then belly as Evelyn continued to jerk his meat.

A few minutes later, with the help of the soapy water from Evelyn's washing, the goo was cleaned off his chest and the two were standing side by side in the darkness.

"I should go." Werner whispered, "Marielle is usually a heavy sleeper, but ..."

"I know, Master Werner." Her voice was huskier than before, more womanly perhaps. "But I'm glad I had the chance to thank you for rescuing my brother and I from those awful men." The reminder of how he first saw Evelyn struggling in the arms of the outlaws combined with the feeling of her gentle kiss on his lips made him want to sweep her into his arms all over again.