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"Have you ever seen one before?" Stuart asked.

"Nae on a man," Ailene answered.

"Go ahead and touch it," he said. "It's bigger than it normally is, but not as big as it's going to get."

"It gets bigger?" Ailene said, suddenly worried that this thing would be penetrating her body.

"It has to," he replied, "and harder too, the better to love you, my wife."

"Won't it hurt me if it's bigger than that?" Ailene asked.

"I won't lie to you. The first time is almost always painful, because your maidenhood has to be broken," he said. "But you have to remember that a child comes out of the same place that I will be putting my cock in, and that's much bigger. I know childbirth's quite painful, but we are speaking of something much smaller than that. I have nae doubt that I can make this more pleasurable than your fears make it. Go ahead, touch it."

Her hand reached out and grasped the roll of meat she was facing, like a sausage it was. When her fingers circled it, it leapt in her hand, and she pulled away.

"It won't hurt you," Stuart said, "touch it again."

Her fingers circled it again and this time she didn't pull away when it moved in her hand. It was heavy and warm, and softer than she thought it would be. The more she handled it, the larger and harder it became. The plum shaped head pushed its way from the hood and a small drop of clear fluid formed on the tip at the slit in the top of the plum.

"The fluid makes everything slippery, so it goes in easier. Touch it and find out," he said.

He was right. She touched it and her finger easily slid over the surface of the purplish head. It made her want to touch it more.

"That's enough of that. Come here," he said, sitting down and patting the bed beside him.

She sat on the bed and he pulled her down with him into a reclining position. He kissed her, gently at first, then with more force, owning her lips. His tongue began an assault on her mouth as he forced hers open and their tongues wrestled, slipping and sliding about, seemingly investigating every corner of her mouth. She could taste the ale that he'd toasted to their marriage with. His hand moved up to her breast and possessed it, kneading it, stroking and petting it. He felt her nipples grow and harden in his palms, and he pinched at them with his fingers, stretching and teasing them, never hurtful, but letting her know he now considered them his.

It wasn't long before his hand drifted down her torso and his lips replaced his fingers on her breasts, licking and sucking, paying attention to her nipples which she found most sensitive under his oral administrations and she moaned as his hand cupped her womanhood. His fingers stroked lightly up and down her inner thighs, gently urging them apart. When they were parted, she felt a single one of his fingers parting the hair of her delta and begin a light touching and stroking of her slit.

His gentle touch encouraged her to part her legs further and he increased the pressure of his finger, sliding it within the slit and parting the lips. She could feel the moisture flowing and his finger slid so easily up and down her slit, the labial petals separating to his touch. He spent more time on each stroke on the little nub of flesh at the top of her slit. Her head fell back and she sighed at the pleasurable sensations he was building in her. The heat seemed to be rising from her sex to her breasts, which he still fondled with his mouth, and up to her head, which spun from the delightful way his finger slid over and around her nub.

When his finger penetrated her, Ailene gasped. It went in just a tiny way, so it did not hurt, but the sense of being penetrated, even a little, was disquieting to her. Even when she'd touched herself, she hadn't dared to penetrate herself. His finger lingered, slipping slowly in and out, sliding a wee bit deeper each time. She felt her wetness, the strange fluttery feeling that he incited in her. Still he laved her breasts, first one, then the other, his finger sliding wetly into her, causing her to pant at the strange feelings he evoked.

Soon it felt that he must have reached the end of his finger as it did not appear that it would penetrate farther. It was then she realized that he had reached her maidenhood and was pressing at the gates. Was this to be the time? His mouth left her breasts and he began kissing his way down her body, nipping and licking at her lower ribs and her belly, smoothly moving down her body with his mouth and tongue until he was licking and kissing the skin above the first hairs of her sex.

When he moved his head between her legs and kissed her sex, she started in surprise, sure that no one would want to put their mouth there.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Relax, this is a very enjoyable thing,"he replied. To emphasize his words, he continued his assault on the folds of her sex, while reaching up and stroking her breasts with his hand again.

Holy Mother of God, was he right. His tongue was laving her bud while his hands worked on her breasts. The feelings were incredible, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The heat build up was indescribable; her breath was rapid, she panted like a dog. He penetrated her again with his finger, then another, rubbing the roof of her slick channel. Her pleasure peaked and she moaned as she experienced her orgasm, thrusting her hips up against his hand and fingers and his magic tongue. As soon as he was sure she was in the throes of her climax, he pushed his fingers roughly into her cunt, breaking her maidenhood. A quick burst of pain, almost lost in the pleasure, and it was over. She was a woman.