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.