Brightly Dawns...
by Charm Brights
Copyright© 2003 by Charm Brights
Romantic Sex Story: This story was written for a story-writing competition, which it didn't win. It is the morning of the day before the wedding of a young girl in a country village in Russia in the mid-nineteenth century. (A 'verst' is half a mile, and YES, it CAN be done!)
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Historical MaleDom First .
© 2002 Charmbrights Ltd. All rights reserved.
The author has asserted the moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance between them and real people, living or dead, is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art.
It was a lovely morning as I heard a commotion in the village and went outside to see who had arrived. There were horsemen galloping through the village at breakneck speed; before I had time to take in anything of what was going on, a rider had leant dangerously out of the saddle and swept me up on to his horse. As I caught my breath we were out of the village and into the forest which covered the land right across to the river.
Lifting me up from the horse's neck the rider turned me to face him and started to strip off my clothes. He was controlling the galloping horse through thickly wooded country with only his knees; both hands were unfastening my clothes and dropping them one by one behind us. I could do nothing to hinder him as I was hanging on to him and the horse for dear life. If the horse stumbled or one of us fell we would be killed for certain; my life was more important than my clothes, whatever was to befall me later.
When he needed to strip my skirts away he took them over my head and released one arm at a time to free them. This time I helped him out of sheer fear as the skirts were covering his face and he was not only riding bareback through the forest at full gallop, but he was blinded by the cloth over his eyes. As my skirts flew up and behind us, I realised that the rest of the band were following us and one of them caught the discarded clothing as it flew from my captor's hands. I began to wonder where we were going at such speed and what would happen when we got there.
I need not have wondered about my fate when we reached our destination, because the next trick of my captor was to stand up on the back of his horse and strip off his own baggy trousers which were thrown to the winds as my clothes had been. I had never seen a naked man before and I stared at the hairy belly and protruding truncheon before my eyes. Absurdly, my thoughts were of how funny he looked in his brimless hat which widened as it went up, but with no trousers on. The rider sank back smoothly to bestride the galloping horse again and I felt his body pressed against mine. His weapon was now rubbing on my private forest and the lips it concealed. The sensation was exquisite, much more so than when I pleasured myself. Of course, as a girl from a farming village I was well aware of the facts of life and I knew what happened between men and women, though I had never even kissed a man. It seemed that the pleasure would never stop mounting as the movement of the galloping horse rubbed our bodies together. I had no immediate fears, except that of sudden death from a fall, as my captor would not be able to do anything while this mad ride continued.
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