0 comments/ 16052 views/ 7 favorites Runaway Bride By: Ashson It was a Saturday afternoon and I was driving home when I spotted her. I'd left behind the last major town and the city was still a fifteen minute drive and there she was, walking briskly along the side of the road. In a wedding gown. I passed her and pulled over. Got out of the car and was casually leaning against it when she approached. She didn't say a word, just matched straight past. "It's going to start raining hard in about two minutes," I observed to the air. She hesitated at that. She gave me a cold look. "In two minutes," she asked, disbelief plain in her voice. I just indicated the weather off to our west. It was dark and pouring with rain over there and moving fast in our direction. The silly girl hadn't even noticed. "Hop in and I'll run you home," I told her. "If you're worried, you can sit in the back seat. Then if I stop you'll be able to hop out without me grabbing you." She was reluctant but the approaching weather really made it a no brainer. She hopped in the back and sat there, sulking. "Where would you like me to take you?" I asked. She just looked at me, apparently not knowing what to say. "You would seem to have a choice. I don't know how you got here but I can take you back to your car if you left it broken down, to the church if you just happened to lose your nerve and bolt, home if you care to give me your address, a motel if you have money, or home if you've nowhere else to go, while you sort things out. And if you're thinking this is the sort of cliché where the motorist picks up the abandoned bride, seduces her and eventually marries her, forget it. My wife is waiting at home and she'd have a few firm words to say if I brought you home and seduced you at her place. So which one is your choice?" She was chewing on her lip while she considered. "Well, I'm not going home right now," she said. "And there's no way I'm going back to the church. I never wanted to get married in the first place. Can you take me to your place until I can contact my father?" I shrugged. If that's what she wanted. I called my wife and let her know we'd have an unexpected visitor, started the car and headed on home. Some people grow on you as you get to know them. Some don't. This young woman was one of the don'ts. I was polite and tried to make small talk but she was rude and rather curt with her answers. I gathered that her name was Kathy, she was twenty and she wasn't getting married. Also unsaid was the implication that I was a nosey parker and if she hadn't needed the lift she'd have told me something rude to do with myself. A real charmer. "I'm cold. Turn up the heat," she ordered, after we'd been driving for about ten minutes. And I mean ordered, not requested. I was a bit surprised as the car's weather control was set to twenty two, Celsius, which is a comfortable zone. I flicked a glance in the rear vision mirror and found the reason she was cold was that she was sitting in her undies, what there was of them. I turned up the heat a little and turned to look over my shoulder at her. Very nice curves were on display. So was a nasty temper. "Don't go looking me over," she snapped. "Just keep your eyes on the road." I looked forward. "Why," I asked, "have you taken off your dress?" "If I'm not getting married you can't reasonably expect me to keep on wearing the dress," she said. Yes, I could. Especially seeing she didn't have anything else to change into. I kept my mouth shut and drove. Reaching home I drove straight into the garage. Far smarter than having a near naked young lady skipping around the front yard. I carefully didn't look at all her lush charms as I led the way inside. "She decided that she didn't want to wear her wedding dress any longer, so she took it off," I explained to Marie. "Perhaps you can get a couple of Suzie's things for her to wear. She looks as though she's about Suzie's size." For some reason Marie gave me an odd look at that last bit. Suzie's our daughter and about Kathy's age. I didn't think she'd begrudge some clothes to a stranded traveller. Marie started the mother hen bit all over Kathy, sweeping the poor little chick away to get her properly dressed. She came back in five minutes as a disgruntled old chook. "That's a right little madam you've managed to pick up," she said. It appeared that Kathy had been at her sparkling best and got right up Marie's nose. She was consistent, I'll give her that. "Well, it appears that her wedding has just gone bust," I pointed out. "We should cut her a little bit of slack." Marie just grumbled and went to put the coffee on. A short while later Kathy came wandering in and I understood the odd look I'd received when I'd pointed out that Kathy was about the same size as Suzie. Kathy was now wearing a pair of yoga pants and a knitted top, both the property of Suzie. And I'd been partly right. Kathy was just as tall as Suzie. That was about it. If I'd caught Suzie strolling around looking like that I'd have grounded her for a month and ordered a new wardrobe. To put it politely, Kathy was a bit firmer of flesh in the bust and hips area. I had pointedly not been ogling her tits when she had them on display in her lacy little bra. It had been an effort, but I hadn't looked them over and judged them. She filled that knotted top like nobody's business. On Suzie it looked attractive and, even though I am her father, sexy. On Kathy, it was an invitation to rape. The yoga pants were worse. Up until that moment, camel-toe had been a term applied to the occasional girl you saw down the street. Definitely not one that would apply to your daughter. Now, seeing Kathy in those yoga pants, I made a mental note to burn every pair that Suzie possessed. The stretch material and the extra padding in the hip area meant that Kathy was the walking definition of camel-toe as envisaged by the horniest teenager who ever lusted after a girl. I didn't say a thing. I just nodded as Kathy preened, apparently happy to have something halfway decent to put on. I just drank my coffee, scalded my tongue and kept my mouth shut. I didn't even say anything when Kathy sat at the table and demanded a cup of coffee. For the rest of the day Kathy seemed to be everywhere, and she was rude, demanding and ungrateful. I was sick of it pretty fast. Marie is a lot more tolerant about some things than me, but she was also getting pretty fed up with Kathy's behaviour. We were relieved when Kathy finally managed to contact her father, but disappointed to find he couldn't pick her up until the next morning. Not that I blamed him. In his shoes I'd have put it off for a month. However, a night would soon pass and then it would sayonara, Kathy. The last straw came just after dinner when Kathy said something rude to Marie. "Marie, didn't Suzie say something like that when she was about thirteen?" I asked. "You know, I believe she did," Marie confirmed. "And what did we do at the time?" "Why, Charlie, you should remember. You put her over your knee and paddled her backside until she apologised. And then you paddled her some more to make sure the lesson went home." We both turned and looked at Kathy, but there sure didn't seem to be any apology heading Marie's way, and Kathy just didn't seem to realise that there was a spanking heading her way. I looked at Marie and shrugged, then went over to the couch and sat down next to Kathy. "Do let me know when you're ready to apologise," I told her, and when she gave me a startled look I grabbed her and jerked her over my knee. I'll say one thing in favour of yoga pants. They stretch tightly across the buttocks and give you a nice target for a well-earned spanking. My hand came down hard in a spank that undoubtedly left a handprint on Kathy's bottom, even through the cloth. Kathy was not pleased. She squealed and kicked, but that didn't really help her. I delivered half a dozen good hard spanks before I paused. "Just let me know when you're ready to apologise to Marie for being so rude," I said, reminding her of her obligations. I'd barely got started on the next half dozen when Kathy was squealing an apology. "OK. OK. I'm sorry," she squealed. "I shouldn't have said it. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I looked at Marie. "Good enough?" I asked. "Good enough," she replied. "I doubt you'll get better from her." "So let me up, you fucking bastard," Kathy howled at me. I was furious but Marie was really wild. "Just a moment," she said, coming towards us. To my surprise she took hold of the yoga pants that Kathy was wearing and pulled them firmly away from her bottom, bringing her panties with them. "She's obviously not learning," said Marie calmly. "Perhaps a bare bottomed spanking will be better." Kathy froze, not believing what was happening, and I was still for a moment as well. I will say that Kathy had a well-rounded bottom, and the other curves she was now showing were sensational. Then the phone rang. It was in my shirt pocket and Marie just reached out and extracted it. She looked and the number and smiled, and I did not trust that smile one little bit. "Oh, hullo," she said. "Kathy can't come to the phone right now." "It's your father," she added in an aside to Kathy. "Oh, not really busy as such," Marie continued. "It's just that she has been appallingly rude and my husband is educating her in good manners by giving her a good spanking. Oh, I quite agree," she added. "Well overdue, but Charlie will attend to it. Yes, I'll let her know you called." Marie turned back to us, smiling. "Your father just rang to say goodnight and that he'll see you in the morning," she said. "You told him I was being spanked?" Kathy shrieked. "Well, yes. That is what's happening. He said he quite understood and that it was way past time someone gave you one." Marie then looked at me. "Give her a special spanking," she snapped. "She's earned it." I raised my eyebrows at that one and then indicated the bare bottom in front of me. "That's why this, I assume?" Marie nodded. "Well, Kathy, it appears that you've pushed your luck just a little too far," I told her. "Don't worry about any apologies from this point on. You'll know when the spanking is complete." With that I set to with a will. I spanked her right cheek. I spanked her left cheek. I spanked across both cheeks at once. I spanked her vulva. That's right. My hand came down firmly, cupping her vulva with a stinging slap. Kathy was squealing in pain and outrage. The outrage was especially apparent whenever I gave a stinging slap to her vulva. Her bottom was now a nice red, and her vulva was flushing as well. Actually, her vulva was doing more than that. With the attention it was getting it was swelling slightly. Kathy's labia were getting engorged with blood and flowering, parting slightly to provide an opening for what her body assumed would be the next stage. I continued spanking, with more and more spanks landing along Kathy's mound, agitating it and sending little ripples deep inside her. She was wailing and wriggling constantly now, and her cries now had a hint of excitement in them. She was wet and ready. Very wet actually and her juices were starting to trickle out of her. And still I spanked, the blows coming sharper and faster now, and Kathy was squealing and writhing under the attention, not knowing what to do. I continued until she suddenly screamed and convulsed, shuddering as an orgasm ripped into her. With that, the spanking was complete. Marie suggested that Kathy might like to have an early night and Kathy quickly agreed and vanished into the bedroom she'd been given. 'Little bitch," she said. "She can count herself lucky I didn't tell you to rape her, rude little shit that she is." "It's not considered polite to rape guests," I pointed out, "though I was seriously tempted when she did that strip act in the car." "She probably wanted you to," said Marie, and privately I agreed. "Why didn't you." I grinned. "Because I would have had to come home to you afterwards and you'd have sensed that I'd done something wrong and had it out of me in two minutes flat." Mind you, if I'd picked up Kathy on the trip out instead of the trip home, there was excellent chance that I would have seduced her. After all, I'd then have had all day to lose any guilt feelings. - - - - For those of you who feel the story is not complete without a sex scene. - - - - "Don't go looking me over," she snapped. "Just keep your eyes on the road." I looked forward. "Why," I asked, "have you taken off your dress?" "If I'm not getting married you can't reasonably expect me to keep on wearing the dress," she said. Yes, I could. Especially seeing she didn't have anything else to change into. I sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. "Why have you stopped?" Kathy demanded. "Because you have taken off your dress. The only real reason you have for doing that is because you want me to look at you. You even drew attention to the fact by telling me to turn up the heat." Kathy glared at me. "You've got tickets on yourself, haven't you? Why on earth would I want you to look at me in my undies?" "You don't. You want me to look at you without them, and to possibly ravish you afterwards. Possibly you're feeling hurt over whatever went wrong at the wedding and now you're seeking attention." She flushed. "Just start the car and drive on," she said. I shook my head. "Take off your bra for a start," I said. "From what I can see you have lovely breasts and I want to see more of them." She glared at me and didn't move. "Now," I snapped, and she reached around and unhooked, letting her breasts out to play. Quite lovely breasts they were, too. Pearl white with nice pink tips." "Panties," I said and this time they were removed with no protests. "Legs," I murmured, and Kathy blushed and moved her legs apart, giving me a better view. "If you think I'm stepping out in that rain, you're crazy," I said. It was really pouring outside now. "Move over while I climb over." I may be forty but that was no hindrance to me almost vaulting over the front seat to join her. I turned her over until she was kneeling on the seat, my hand closed over her mound, rubbing it. "You do know what I'm about to do to you?" I asked as I slid a finger deep inside her. She nodded. "Then lift your bottom a little higher and move your legs a bit further apart," I directed her, gently steering her into the required position. I undid my trousers and slid them down, letting my erection stand forth. "Look at me," I said quietly. Kathy turned her head to look, swallowed and blushed slightly, but showed no signs of reluctance. She kept looking until I'd moved closer and my erection was hidden by the curve of her bottom. I slid my erection between her legs, rubbing it lightly along her mound, teasing her with the feel of it. I must have prolonged the encounter a little too much as she suddenly said something I didn't catch (probably fortunate for me), and her hand reached between her legs to capture me. Then Kathy very adroitly directed my cock to where she wanted it to go and pushed herself against it. I slid in smoothly, and now that I was started I drove in hard, filling her with my gorged member. Kathy shrieked and pushed herself back hard, wanting to take me as deep as possible. I reached around and found her lovely globes and my hands closing possessively over them, and then I started riding. I thrust into Kathy hard, and she yowled and squealed and bucked, her excitement showing in a sonic bombardment. It's possible she was trying to actually say sentences, but all I caught was the occasional word among all the shrieks and wails. I must say those occasional words sounded encouraging. I hit harder, driving in deep, relishing her young flesh rubbing so smoothly against mine. Her breasts filled my hands, and I could feel her hard little nipples rolling around in my palms as I massaged them, and all the time my cock was pounding, pounding, pounding her to her wild delight. "I'm coming," I warned her and she screamed. "In me," she yelled. "I want to feel it. I need to feel it." I wasn't going to argue. I released my seed and Kathy gave a loud shriek and collapsed, shuddering, but clinging to my cock until she had taken everything I had to give. I relaxed and gently disengaged. It was funny, but hopping over the seats back into the front seemed a much bigger task than hopping over them and into the back. I managed though and waited until Kathy revived a little. Suddenly I decided not to wait any longer. "Kathy, up and at 'em," I snapped. You may want to put your bra and panties back on. The cops are arriving." I could hear her scrambling to get her undies back on as I watched the cops pull up behind me. Glancing back I saw that Kathy was reasonably covered so I let down the window as the cop approached. "Afternoon, officer," I said. "Can I help you?" "I was wondering the same thing myself, sir, seeing you parked out here." "Ah. I just don't like driving in the rain so I pulled over for a while to let the worst of it pass us by." The cop's eyes had flicked comprehensively over Kathy. He nodded. "I quite understand, sir." I saw him look towards his partner and get the all clear. My car wasn't stolen or on the hold list for any reason. "Well, the rain seems to have stopped, sir, so I suppose you'll be wanting to continue?" I smiled and nodded. "Indeed. Thanks for stopping, officer." I continued on my way. - - - - Of course, if that seduction of the bride immediately after picking her up was too much the cliché, we can vary the scenario a little. - - - - And still I spanked, the blows coming sharper and faster now, and Kathy was squealing and writhing under the attention, not knowing what to do. I continued until she suddenly screamed and convulsed, shuddering as an orgasm ripped into her. With that, the spanking was complete. Marie however was not satisfied. "Now take her properly," she snapped. "Seriously?" I asked, surprised. "Seriously," Marie said. "But wait until she understands what's going on before you prong her. Just bend her over and rest the tip of your cock in her. When she wakes up enough to know what it is you can stick it to her." Marie was feeling vindictive, but I will admit that I was pissed off at the little brat as well and I was horny. Kathy had a nicely shaped pussy and it would be no hardship for me to make use of it. I lifted Kathy off my lap and draped her over the arm of the couch. Easing her lips slightly apart I pressed the head of my cock home, letting her lips close around me and hold me in place. Marie, meanwhile, was peeling off Kathy's top. She apparently wanted Kathy feeling naked and helpless when I took her. It was the peeling off of her top that seemed to shake Kathy out of her orgasmic daze. She shook her head and seemed to be trying to take in her surroundings. I reached around her and captured her breasts, giving her pussy a little nudge with my cock as I did so. That nudge was sufficient to get her attention. I saw her glance at the hands holding her breasts and then her head pivoted to look at me, standing there with my cock just inside her pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded and I said "This." With that I drove into her. She was already wet from her pussy spank, and I slid into her with no problems, unless you count a long drawn out squeal of dismay a problem. I fitted into Kathy neatly, and her body was hot to trot, whatever her mind might think about it. My hands closed convulsively over her breasts in the same rhythm that my cock was starting to teach her pussy. Runaway Bride Yvonne and Lance "This'll do," sighed Yvonne as she lifted the saddle from gray horse. He was watching the river beyond eagerly. With a grunt he trotted off the river's edge. Even now tears dared to be let go as Yvonne prepared for the night. She had spent nearly the entire day riding and her legs were sore and raw it seemed. She would not marry him though no matter the cost. Yvonne removed her boots and dress, leaving on her undergarments. Relieved, she dipped her toes into the cold water. Her white undergarment could suitably enough be called a dress, if you were a fairy or gypsy. She had always promised herself that she would marry for love. With the war becoming ever so near to their own borders, her mother had insisted that she settle down. The fact that her father would be home in a months time gave her mother just the right edge to demand her daughter marry. Of all people a duke! Yvonne huffed at the thought, it was all about breeding, money, and being in the know. Even if she did not admit it, she had always known that her mother had regretted her marriage. Every time Lord Albert passed by her mother would smile knowingly. A look of regret would pass through her eyes as she'd blink back the memories. The dress was much lighter, she had always hated the dreadful things no matter how beautiful they made her look. She had to admit that the green one her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday had fit her perfectly. It rolled with her every curve as if in a dance. She could not believe that she was soon to be nineteen. A young girl of her age usually would not go riding through the woods alone. Yvonne was not that kind of girl though, and Marry had said that this was the safest part of the forest. It was rare that dangerous animals traveled there or people. Travelers in that part of the country were kind enough and wouldn't hesitate to lend a helping hand. "Blue," she called laughing as she watched him suddenly take off at a trot. He ran around the small clearing along the riverside as he tossed his head excited. She could not imagine having that much energy, considering that he had run the entire day in their so called 'get away.' A yawn escaped her lips as she stood to fetch her blanket. After unpacking, she unrolled the cloth and laid it upon the grass near a tree. She hadn't thought about a fire, but it was summer after all. Yvonne had to admit that she hadn't thought about these things, but it was too late now. Running was the only word that had plagued her mind at the moment. Blinking, she lay down on the bed roll and kept a knife close in case of danger. The wind picked up causing a nice breeze to cover her body. Blue was not too far away, and for his footsteps ended near the waters edge to her left. She could hear him eating as he grazed on the dew grown grass. Something wasn't right, she could feel it in her bones as she felt her mind slip away. All the arguing, the running, the crying had worn her out. Footsteps caused her eyes to fly open but it was too late. Above her a figure hovered as she threw her hand underneath to her knife. In a flash she pulled it out ready to lunge it at the stranger. "Stop!" cried the man as he caught her by the wrist. She was breathing hard now as sweat poured from her forehead. She had wanted to avoid marriage, but had she merely traded herself in for being raped by a stranger. It was practically the same thing, when you think about it. "Please, leave me alone!" she cried desperately as she tried to pull her wrist away. "I'm not going to hurt you. Relax," he said in a calmer tone. Yvonne's heart was racing in her chest as she sat up a bit and tried to pull away. "Then let me go!" she demanded as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts. "Will you hurt me?" he asked as he look her straight in the eye. "I can't make any promises. But I won't hurt you as long as you leave me alone." "I all ready told you that I won't hurt you...I just wanted to know if I could be of any assistance," he said with a smile. It was hard to seeing him in the dim light as the stars increased. They began their nightly dance causing the world to darken. His face was almost impossible to read, but she could make out the outline of his eyes in the moonlight. The moon's reflection off of the river caused a glow to fall across the edge where she sat shaking. "No. I don't need anyone's help. Thanks but I'll be all right," she said nervously as he let her wrist go. He began to stand and she did as well. She stood, knife pointed his way as her eyes narrowed and adjusted to the moonlight. "I"m just passing through, I don't need any trouble...Please," she said as she suddenly realized that she was wearing her underclothing. Never before had a man seen her with her hair down, let alone in her undergarments. She was breathing hard now and glad for the covering of darkness. He laughed softly in the darkness, causing her heart to flutter. "Maybe I can help...It'll be cold tonight. You'll freeze without a fire," he said as he pulled off his own coat and tossed it too her in the darkness. She caught it out of pure reflex, and a scent floated toward her nostrils. God, he smelled wonderful. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about that smell that was comforting. "Thanks, but I don't want to burden anyone," she mumbled feeling embarrassed for her thoughts. He stepped closer and she suddenly realized that she had dropped her knife. "You're not...You're a runaway aren't you?" he asked as he laughed. "Maybe, maybe not. My mother always told me not to speak to strangers," she added feeling brave as she lifted her chin higher. Chuckling, she watched as he walked across the clearing and picked up a few branches. She stood in shock as she watched him carry perfectly cut logs next to her. "How did you?" she asked as he suddenly snapped his fingers causing a fire come to the pile. With a smile he stood from the fire and sat down at the waters edge. With a grunt he pulled off his boots and rolled up his pant legs. With a sigh of relief he placed them into the water. "My horse was stolen a village back, and I had to walk," he said as scrunched his face from the pain. He was silent for a minute it seemed as he listened to Yvonne as she pulled on the coat. "You may join me if you like...I'm all ears," he said as leaned back onto his the palms of his hands and sighed. "Why are you being so kind to me?" asked Yvonne as she sat down and dipped her toes into the clear water. The sound of crickets and a lone duck filled the wood. Somewhere far off a wolf howled causing her to shiver, but the stranger merely laughed. He watched as she wrapped her arms around herself. She was trying not to cry, and he could see it in her eyes. "I'm just being a gentleman," he said with a laugh as he tried to lighten the mood. "I'm serious...Most men would have seen me and you know," she mumbled feeling awkward. "I know...But you seemed a bit well I don't know how to put it," he sighed as he gazed at her. In the fire's glow he could now make out her features. He smiled all ready loving the way her lips curved in a half smile as her brown eyes glistened in the glow. Sparks flew in her eyes it seemed as she tried to hide the tear in her left eyes. Her long brown hair was thick and reached her lower back. She seemed to be blushing in the darkness at the thought of him seeing her like this. "I know...I am a run away, but I have good reason," she said with a whimper. "Oh? You can say it," he said as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear revealing the rest of her face. She tensed for a moment at his sudden touch and blinked up at him. "My father he left to the war...My mother wants me to marry...I know this will sound stupid, but I always promised myself that I would marry for love. I just can't marry this man," she said as she bit her bottom lip and turned her head away. "I understand," he sighed as he leaned closer. She looked his way eyes blinking longing for rest and not just sleep but rest from the worries of her life. She sighed leaning her head onto his shoulder as she relaxed...He was doing something, was it magic? She knew from the moment that he had started the fire that he had magic abilities. Was he using them to calm her? He was a stranger after all. "His name's Lance. He's a duke, I've never met him. I know that sounds horrible, me judging a man I never met. But he's eight years older than me, and if he's anything like the Duke's I know...I don't want to think of that. The last Lord my mother tried to sway to marrying me was a stuck up bastard if you ask me...And Marshal he scares me with those hawk like eyes of his. After years of Yvonne do this and Yvonne listen up and Yvonne sit up straight, or Yvonne you need lose weight, I just can't take it anymore," she said as she began to cry. Smiling, he took her into his arms as he held her gently. "Yvonne," he said softly as he tested the name on his lips. "If they find me," she said as she buried her face into his chest and cried. "I won't let them take you," he whispered as he pulled her away and forced her to look up at him. He wiped away a few tears here and there with his thumbs. "Everything will be all right," he smiled as she shook her head. "Shh," he whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips against her own. "Please I," she pulled away. He took wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight as he pressed his lips once again to her own. At first she grew tense, but after a second or two he felt her lean into him as she placed a hand onto his chest. He might have used magic before to calm her, but this was her doing. She alone must have wanted him to kiss her back. It was then that he felt her tongue enter his mouth causing him to tense. He felt his penis harden as he longed to pull her onto his lap. "I'm sorry," she said suddenly as she pushed him away with the hand on his chest. Her eyes were wide in the dim light as she breathed hard. He could not help to stare at her chest as she breathed hard looking quite in shock. "I don't know what came over me," she added as she pulled her hand away from his chest. His arm though still hung around her waist, and he wasn't letting go. "Please don't stop," he said breathing hard longing for her to kiss him again. "I can't...We don't even know each other," she argued shaking her head as if to clear it as she tried to stand up. Her hair hung around her eyes and mouth like a curtain. He reached out and tangled his free hand into her hair as he pulled his lips back against hers. "Please I," she began when he pushed her back onto the ground. He pressed his lips against her own, and before he could think she was giving in and letting her tongue fill his mouth. Pulling away he stood and pulled off his tunic along with his undershirt. "Wait I don't know if I'm," she began as he pulled off his trousers revealing the his white underpants. With a nod he left them on, but with a laugh he took hold of her wrist and pulled her into the water. Her sudden scream of surprise echoed across the water as they fell inside. "I can't swim," she cried as she tried to lift up her head panicking. "Your all right," he said smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. Terrified, she threw his arms around his neck and held tight as he pulled her up against his chest. "It's all right...You're safe," he whispered as he leaned in for another kiss. As he kissed her he let his hands travel down her back as he gripped her under-dress. He began to tug at the clothing longing to pull it off of her. She tensed at his touch and her kisses hesitated. He breathed into her mouth the calming magic once again. It wasn't forcing her to let him have his way, it merely promised her that he wouldn't hurt her, it gave her courage where she needed it the most. With a quick tug, he pulled her dress up above her waist line. Her eyes were wide as she shivered from the cold water. Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric as he lifted it up and off of her body. With a groan he took hold of her left nipple as he began to suck and rub along her skin. He smiled inwardly as he heard a soft groan come from her lips. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and gripped her left ass cheek as he left his fingers sink in massaging it gently. Her hands were caught up in his hair as she moaned longing for more. "Here," she said as she let her hands fall to his waistline. Hurriedly, she began to tug away his underclothing. He tossed their clothing up on the shore. With a deep breath of anticipation he pulled her naked body up against his own. He groaned loudly as he felt his erect penis touch her crotch area as she pressed up against him with her breasts against his chest tightly. He bent his head low and let his tongue run between the two breasts as he cupped her ass into her hands pulling her up against him. Her wild abandon began to sink in deep as she pulled him up and shoved her tongue into his mouth as her tangled her hands into his light brown hair. His stubble covered face rubbed against her skin causing her senses to rise. He moaned against her mouth as his penis pressed against her body. She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth and rubbed her tongue all against the inside of his mouth. Hurriedly, he took hold of her waist and picked her up as he set her back onto the shore. She reached up nervously to cover herself as the realization slowly sank in deep. "It's all right...Your beautiful," he whispered as he pulled himself up out of the water. He climbed up and pushed her down onto her back. "I don't know...Are we?" she began. Before she could say another word, he pressed his lips against hers and rubbed his body against her own wet one. In the dim light of the fire he studied her body with his eyes as he leaned away momentarily. Her eyes were wide with a mixed fear and anticipation. He blinked letting a calmness sink from his own body into hers. She bit her bottom lip, and he knew that she could feel the pleasure that was taking over his own body. Smiling, he ran his hands down the smooth curving of her waistline. Her wider hips curved down into longer legs than most women he had seen. He smiled as he leaned in too suck on her neck. He began to rub her breasts gently with his hands as he sucked on her neck and made his way up and down again. "You can moan...Moan for me?" he whispered into her ear. "No," she said tensing under his touch. He breathed against her neck and rubbed her nipples harder as he pinched a bit at them. Before she could say another word, he took his left hand and placed it onto her clitoris as he began to rub gently. He heard her gasp loudly as she bit back a moan about to escape her lips. "Let it out...It'll make you come faster," he said into her ear as he kissed his way down to her chest. He then kissed across her stomach as he let go with his right hand and held onto her hip. He kissed across her smooth stomach as he rubbed in small circles. She moaned loudly as his lips suddenly reached her clitoris. He pressed his mouth hard against her as he shoved a finger from his right hand into her vagina. "Ah...Oh!" she cried as he slowly worked in another two fingers. He looked up momentarily to see her head turned back as she placed her hands against her breasts. She was rubbing and pulling at them furiously. Smiling, he plunged back in once again. He sucked on the center than let his tongue gently glide up and down smoothly across the area causing her to shake and moan even more. "Let it out...Scream for me love!" he commanded loving the fact that he was the first man ever to please her in such a way...if she only knew who he was... "No...I can't...This it's...harder," she begged as he worked in fingers in faster as he felt it grow to fit the length and size of his now four fingers. She moaned as he pushed and pumped them in and out. "I want you to be able to cum with me, when we make love," he said before going back to sucking her hard as he tugged against her gently with his lips. She was moaning loudly as he pounded his fingers deep within her. He could feel the back, but made sure not to hurt her. He wanted to take her virginity with his own cock, not his fingers. Every time though that his fingers touched the back, she moaned louder and almost screamed as she pulled her hips away. "Aw! God, please don't stop...I'm almost," she moaned as she bit her bottom lip. Smiling, he pulled away leaving her panting hard as a look of disappointment crossed her face. "Spread them further," he said as he got to his knees and pushed her legs farther apart. "Wait...I don't know if I'm," she began when he leaned down and pressed his lips against her own. She was shivering a bit from nervousness and a bit from the excitement. "I won't hurt you...I promise, It'll hurt for a second, but then it'll feel all right," he whispered as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. "I'm scared...We shouldn't," she began when he breathed once again letting the calmness settle. She now could feel his own passion the desire to mate, to fill her up with himself, to make her his. Groaning she ran her fingers through his hair and latched onto the back of his head as he rubbed himself against her hard. He too was now shaking from excitement as he leaned back and kissed the inside of her legs. Carefully, he spread them further and placed his on the outside as he placed the head of his cock at her opening vagina. The tip was dripping with precum as it throbbed and twitched. "It'll be all right..I'll take it slow," he reassured as he slowly moved the tip inside. He had his hands palm down onto the wet grass. He moaned as he rocked himself a bit further inside. "Aw!" she moaned as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she kept her one hand on the back of his head. The feeling of her tight walls pulling and tugging around his cock made him moan louder than she had. He closed his eyes as he pushed in deeper. "Aw...Fuck! It's so tight, Yvonne, oh God," he moaned as he pushed all the way inside. He felt the dick touch the back causing her to nearly scream in time with him. He pulled out and then pushed back again as he started a steady rhythm. She screamed through the first pain, but it too faded away to moans as he finally pulled her legs up onto his shoulders. Fiercely now, he began to pound his cock deep into her. He loved the sound of her moaning, her first begs to stop, then her moans that longed for more as he pushed in deeper. He felt his dick rub against the top, and her walls tightened around his dick. "Aw...I"m almost there!" she cried as she pressed her free hand against her clitoris and rubbed in a fast circular motion. He moaned as well as he fucked her harder. She wasn't used to that type of language coming from a man, but it made her body tense with the heat as her nipples hardened and she flexed her walls longing to cum with him. "Scream! Go for me love! God, I'm almost there too...It's going to be a big load," he groaned as he felt her walls tighten even harder around his cock. She stopped rubbing her clitoris suddenly as she moaned loudly. It echoed through the trees as she released herself onto his cock. He felt the walls tighten and the juices add to the motion. "I'm there!" he yelled as his hands balled up into fists and he released inside of her fresh body. He closed his eyes tight as he felt his cock twitch inside as it released his cum deep into her vagina. "Oh god...That was amazing love," he said as he rolled onto his back on the grass. His heart pounded in his chest as he breathed deeply as sweat poured from his forehead. Yvonne merely sat up silently as she gazed down at the naked man beside of her. She was trying to come to grips with the fact that they had just had sex. She was sweating hard now, and what made her even more confused was the fact that she had wanted it and from a stranger of all things. As she watched him relax in the firelight, something very heavy crossed her mind. Runaway Bride Yvonne and Lance She didn't even know his name... Runaway Bride Kathy squealed and protested and bucked hard against me, matching my thrusts. She whined and complained, interspersed with squeals of pleasure as she pushed hard to meet me. We were being unfair and I shouldn't be doing this and could I please do it harder if I wasn't going to stop. Actually, yes, I could. I hit harder than ever, feeling Kathy tensing up under me. She'd already had one orgasm and this left her feeling particularly sensitive. Her second wasn't going to be long in coming. Then Kathy started shrieking, convulsing under my incessant hammering, almost going into shock, her second climax hit her so hard. I relaxed and let her go, finally disengaging while Kathy seemed to just turn to liquid and ooze down onto the couch. I smiled at Marie. "Young women," I said. "No stamina. I'm nowhere near ready to come but I am all worked up. It looks as though you'll have to show the girl how a real woman can handle a man." Marie smiled and slowly stripped. Nearly forty she might be, but she still had a fine figure. The next hour or so was going to be interesting.