The Sun of Honest Maidenhood
Ancient times. Rus'.
Across a green meadow, among large daisies and buttercups as big as the sun, walked two people, laughing joyfully, looking at each other and holding hands. A young girl, in a simple calico dress, neither plump nor thin, well-proportioned, a true Russian girl, with light brown hair braided into a tight braid, barefoot, and a youth of about twenty, in sharovary trousers, squeaky black boots, and an undershirt with embroidered ornamentation. The girl looked into her companion's eyes, and the sun played on her freckles, echoing the girl's joyful smile.
Everyone in the village was touched and couldn't get enough, watching the young couple, seeing their honest, bright
friendship, untainted by anything shameful, impious, preserving themselves until the wedding, preparing themselves for the first wedding night."Oh, Matryona, look, your Marfusha is walking with her fiancé!" reverently exclaimed a portly woman, watching the young couple, still laughing merrily and holding hands, walking proudly along the wide road between the village huts.
"Yes, Avdotya, my eldest is my pride," answered a beautiful, stately woman, setting a bucket of water on the ground, "She preserves herself until the wedding, allows no foolishness, neither for herself nor for Ivan... My sunshine, eighteen years old—my beauty..."
Having passed the meadow, the young couple delved into a sparse grove, descending into a deep ravine, already well-known to them. The girl sat down on a low stone, leaning back, resting her palms on the cool granite, the youth squatted down opposite her, plucking a blade of grass from the ground.
"My dear, you must be out of breath?" Ivan looked tenderly at Marfa, his gaze moved to her chest, slid over her stomach and legs, stopping at her ankles, right where the girl's dress ended.
"Ivashanka, with you, even seven versts is no detour for me," the girl answered tenderly, playfully shifting her hips as if settling more comfortably on the stone.
"Then shall we do it like last time?" the youth stood up, quickly pulled down his sharovary and brought out his member, already quite firm and tense.
He placed it in his palm, leaned back slightly, clenched his fingers. The red head of her friend's member looked at the girl, the young man moved his hand a little, feeling a burning desire in his chest.
"Like last time, or more?" Marfa whispered hotly, tearing her gaze away from the youth's member with difficulty, raising her eyes to the young man's face.
She sat up straighter, slightly spreading her legs, leaned forward, deftly grasping her fiancé's erect member with her fingers. She closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue a little, leaning towards Ivan's groin, almost touching his pubic hair with her nose, and with pleasure brought her lips together on the red, desire-glistening head.
A sweet moan disturbed the forest inhabitants. Closing his eyes, breathing heavily, the youth felt the girl's tight braid under his palms as she, for the third time during this period, each time better and better, with her lips around his member and helping with her fingers and tongue, bestowed upon her fiancé unearthly pleasure. Grasping the member with her fingers as well, placing his scrotum in her other palm, Marfa parted her lips without releasing the member, looked up from below into the young man's upturned face and carefully bit the head with her teeth, moving her hand, breathing heavily and bringing her lips together again.
"My Marfusha, Marfusha..." the youth groaned, stroking the girl's head with his hands, stood up straight, leaned forward, gently placing his palm on the maiden's nape.
"Ah," the girl exhaled heavily, pressing closer to her friend, placing her palms on his bare buttocks.
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth wider and dug her nails into his skin. Grasping the pulsating member with his hand, the young man hastily pushed it into the heated Marfa's mouth and exploded with a stream of burning seed, pressing his bride's head to his groin, moving his hand intensely and crying out.
Taking the last drops of seed into her mouth, the girl strove to swallow everything, hastily swallowing and wiping her shiny chin with her fingers, breathing through her nose, feeling Ivan's member pressing right against her cheek, continuing to release streams of hot fire. Finally, pulling away, Marfa looked with reverent awe at the young man's wet, deflated member, held in his hand, trembling slightly, still looking at her.
Without a word, as if understanding each other's thoughts, the young people began to hastily undress. Standing up from the stone and watching the youth pulling off his boots, the girl hastily grabbed the hem of her dress with her hands, quickly pulled it off over her head, tossing it onto the same stone. Instantly becoming completely naked, the maiden smiled at the hesitant Ivan, who was removing the last item of his attire—his shirt. Having dealt with that too, the young man gazed wide-eyed at the girl, beautiful in her pristine nakedness.
Wandering his gaze over her strong yet tender shoulders, surveying her firm breasts with large red nipples and soft stomach, Ivan couldn't get enough of the beauty revealed to him. Trembling with lust, he lowered his eyes further, staring at what was reliably hidden from curious eyes by the pristine covering of thick pubic hair, standing out like a dark cushion against the white maiden skin. Without a word and without trying to cover herself, Marfa stepped towards her fiancé, pressing her whole body against him, feeling below her stomach the again firm, gaining strength male nature of her chosen one.
"You... really want this?!" the youth exhaled, carefully placing his palms on the maiden's buttocks, pressing the girl to himself, feeling with his groin the magical softness of her perineum.
"Yes, my dear... But don't rush, I have something else for you... truly magical," with these words the girl gently pulled away, took a step back, sinking to her knees, turning her white behind to the youth.
She laid her chest on that very stone, looked back over her shoulder as if calling him. As if enchanted, Ivan knelt down behind Marfa, placing trembling fingers on the maiden's firm little buttocks.
"Are you really... ready?" he whispered, not believing his eyes, looking in surprise into his bride's eyes.
"Yes, but don't hurry. Let me remain pure and chaste until our wedding, as people's talk desires," whispered Marfa, "But there is something else, my beloved, that you haven't touched, that I've kept from you..."
The youth very carefully, shifting his gaze, spread Marfa's buttocks, revealing what he had never seen before, two tender, lovely holes one above the other and a strand of delightful hairs.
"Kiss me there, I trust you..." the girl closed her eyes, laid her head on her hands, exhaling contentedly.
Ivan tremulously touched his beloved's anus with his finger, feeling all the tenderness of her most secret place, again making the girl exhale languidly. etales.org Carefully moved to the labia, hot and moist.
"No, my dear, don't rush..." she whispered, and the youth understood correctly.
Spreading the maiden's buttocks with his fingers, he bent over them and timidly touched Marfa's anus with the tip of his tongue. Touched it more boldly with his tongue and now his tongue fluttered over his betrothed's bottom like a butterfly, touching the rough little hole, playing with the sparse hairs, touching the skin around it.
Now the forest shuddered from a loud maiden cry of pleasure and unexpected joy. All flushed, breathing heavily and shaking her head from side to side, the maiden felt a rising wave of moist heat in her womb, and in her bottom—the tongue and lips of her Ivan. The youth once more lovingly and tremulously ran his whole tongue over the girl's anus, leaving a wet trail behind, spreading the maiden's buttocks wider with his fingers, again feeling a burning desire in his groin.
He stood up, squeezing the bride's sides with his knees, squatted slightly, bringing the head of his erect member closer to Marfa's sanctuary. The girl knew her dear one would not defile her before the time, would not disgrace her maiden honor. Deciding to help him, she herself spread her buttocks with her fingers, giving him the opportunity to act. Stroking the girl's wet back with one palm, holding his member with the other, Ivan touched the moist
anus of his beloved with the head. He held his breath, listening to his sensations, feeling with his excited flesh the pleasant, arousing roughness. Overcoming sweet pain, he pushed forward and down, penetrating into the very secret, exhaling heavily.
Marfa wailed throughout the forest when the youth's pubic hair touched her buttocks, she moaned sweetly when the young man, on an exhale, withdrew from her and entered again, now more confidently and easily, penetrating all the way into her anus, into her entirety. Bending over the girl, grasping her stomach with his palms, Ivan moved his pelvis furiously, crying out, and soon released a fiery volcano, right inside his Marfa.
The girl screamed in unison with him, feeling inside her rectum the contractions of his member and the fire filling her. The youth breathed heavily into Marfa's ear, touching her wet cheek with his lips and tongue, in no hurry to interrupt their fabulous, unearthly union, carrying nothing bad for the young couple, not teasing people's talk, not dooming themselves to universal condemnation. Only after calming his breathing, feeling with his chest and stomach the heated skin of his beloved, the young man straightened up, carefully withdrawing his wet penis from the girl's anus. When the head slipped out, a trickle of his semen timidly spilled from the widened little hole, but not as pure and whitish as a few minutes ago from Marfa's mouth. Sitting on his knees and plucking a burdock leaf, the young man diligently and lovingly wiped his beloved's bottom, dabbing the anus, carefully cleaning her pubic curls from his droplets, trying not to touch what he would be allowed to touch during their first wedding night.
Releasing her buttocks, the girl straightened up and sat on her knees, with her back to Ivan, touching him and enjoying the last moments of their incomparable intimacy. She raised her hands up, threw back her head, feeling on her breasts the palms of her beloved, his lips whispering tender words into her ear. Time stopped for her. Her eyes filled with blessed tears of joy and happiness, and birdsong echoed her, making the maiden's heart tremble and spin...
* * *
In a semi-dark little room, with wooden walls and two tiny windows right under the ceiling, in a tub of water stood a naked girl. Shiny and rosy, with loose hair and birch leaves stuck to her naked body. Next to her stood a beautiful, stately woman in only an undershirt, holding a birch broom in her hand.
"My beauty, you'll be clean, you'll go to your betrothed like this," Matryona said lovingly, swatting Marfa's shoulders.
"Soon Granny Agafya will come, she'll attest to your purity," added the mother, bending over and dipping the broom in the water.
The girl's heart tightened anxiously, her breath stopped. With a dully pounding heart she looked down at her bent-over mother and at her pubic area, covered with dark, wet hair, unable to utter a word.
"Mother, step away... Stand in the corner," a shrill old woman's voice rang out in the semi-darkness and the creak of a closing door.
To the tub, trembling and leaning on a stick, came an ancient old woman, hunched over and all in rags.
"Here, take this..." the witch gave Matryona her stick, looking sternly through tangled braids at the frightened girl.
Throwing the broom into the water and taking the wooden crutch, the woman obediently stepped into the corner of the little room, standing under a huge cobweb with a large spider. Marfa quietly gasped, belatedly clasping her palms over her bare crotch.
"You've nothing to be ashamed of with me, what haven't I seen," the old woman cackled, laughing, staggering, walking around the tub and standing behind the girl.
"But if you haven't preserved yourself until the time with impious deeds—then shame and disgrace are prepared for you here. Bend over!" with these words the ancient granny pushed both hands into the girl's shoulder blades, bending her back.
In fear, the maiden bent over, looking down, straight into the water, helplessly dropping her arms, touching the water with her hair, feeling the old woman's intent gaze on her body. She also felt the witch's dry fingers pressing into her buttocks, spreading them apart.
"Good girl, good..." the granny mumbled, fixing her intent gaze between the maiden's legs and buttocks.
"And why are you wiping yourself with burdock?" she exclaimed with a venomous chuckle, touching Marfa's anus with a long, crooked fingernail, still inflamed, still remembering Ivan's presence in it.
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. It seemed nothing could escape the attentive gaze of the experienced midwife. Marfa sniffled, not straightening up, nodding her head almost imperceptibly.
"Don't cry, if you're pure and chaste—you should rejoice," the old woman said, removing her finger, running it along the very perineum, along that very span of skin that lies between the anus and the lower edges of the labia in women.
Marfa perked up, blinked, shaking tears from her eyelashes, exhaled quietly. The old woman touched the maiden's labia with her thumb, tucking two other fingers under Marfa's pubic mound, burying them in the thick covering. Moving the dry pad of her thumb, the witch carefully pushed it deeper, carefully spreading the labia with it, as if wanting to reach the most important part. She stopped, withdrew it and brought her hand to her nose.
A deathly silence fell in the little room, the girl held her breath, hearing only the ancient hag sniffling and smacking her lips. It seemed even the yard outside had fallen silent.
"Your girl is pure, Matryona! Rejoice, or else you'd be sitting at the wedding table in horse collars!" finally, Marfa heard the witch's loud exclamation.
"Give me my crutch and don't forget to invite me to the table! I myself will look at the sheet," she added imperiously, demandingly raising a bony hand.
"Thank you, Granny Agafya," the mother emerged from the semi-darkness, with a slight bow handing the crutch to the old woman.
"You've raised a good girl, a fine one," the witch drawled, turning over her shoulder, hobbling to the door.
When the door closed behind her, the woman joyfully embraced her daughter, covering her face with kisses, squeezing her cheeks with her palms.
* * *
In a bright chamber lit by candles, behind a massive oak table, a celebration was in full swing. Songs and ditties, food and merriment, the clatter of mugs and boisterous laughter. Suddenly the general hubbub died down, a barely audible maiden's cry was heard, from the ceiling, sparkling in the candlelight, dust motes and tiny sawdust particles began to swirl. It became quiet in the chamber, the cry repeated, but now it was a cry of joy and pleasure.
"Ah, you, my joy..." whispered Matryona, with a meek smile looking around at the guests, the old midwife sitting to her right grunted with satisfaction.
And immediately the merrymaking continued with renewed vigor, while upstairs, in a small cozy room lit by a single candle, on a bed covered with a snow-white but already rumpled sheet, lay a naked, sweaty, light-haired girl. On top of her, placing his