Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

She thrust her tongue in and out of Lisa's mouth, once, twice, then a third time as she finished. Struggling to regain her breath, she held quietly to Lisa's trembling body.

Her own clit begging for release, Lisa breathed heavily into Taryn's ear. Her wet tongue plunged inside, a reminder to Taryn that she was waiting. Only seconds passed but it seemed like hours before Taryn pushed her away.

Her strength having returned somewhat, Taryn planned to more than return the favor. She reached into the umbrella stand and withdrew one of the riding crops. It wasn't her favorite because she wanted to save that for later. This, however, was a very fine crop.

The leather was so finely tooled, it struck with near perfect precision.

She stepped back and eyed Lisa's trembling body. Suddenly, without warning, she snapped the whip, the tip stinging one of Lisa's nipples.

"Off! Take your clothes off!" she demanded, snapping the whip again. This time it stung both nipples, the leather creating red, swollen marks despite Lisa's clothing.

Lisa struggled to undress as Taryn unleashed a frenzy of lashes upon her body. She cried and cringed, feeling afraid now. If the rein of lashes gave hint of what would follow, Lisa thought she might not want this after all. But then she remembered the locks on the doors and windows and the remote control Taryn guarded so carefully. Her nipples were burning and her breasts were aching from the harsh lashings. Another volley followed before she could finish undressing.

This time the blows landed square across her buttocks, the very cheeks that only a moment ago Taryn had clung to as she climaxed.

Her sides heaving as she gasped for breath, Taryn stopped. "Finish undressing," she said. Now that she'd vented some of the anger, she needed a moment to catch her breath. And another moment to wonder why she was taking Lisa so readily into her private fantasies -

fantasies she'd worked so hard to suppress. This was a dark side of her personality that Taryn sometimes found frightening. Oh, the things she wanted to do and imagined doing! She trembled in anticipation as she watched Lisa undress.

Hurriedly, Lisa unzipped her pants. She tried to ease them down slowly over her burning cheeks, but Taryn cracked her whip, demanding that she hurry. Some of the marks were weeping, causing the material to stick to the wounds. Lisa tried to be careful but Taryn would have none of it. Lisa screamed as Taryn seized her pants and jerked them down about her ankles.

Taryn smiled at her victim. She moved with the stealth of a hunter, advancing upon her prey. The welts were very red and swollen.

Some were even bleeding. But it was still not enough. Taryn cracked the whip over and over again against Lisa's trembling ass. Now she was venting her passion, a feeling far stronger and demanding than her anger.

Lisa was nearly choking on her sobs. It hurt so badly that she felt her legs were going to buckle. She moved her feet apart slightly, trying to steady herself. Despite the pain, she did not protest nor did she plead. She trusted Taryn so completely that she would do anything for her.

Taryn was dripping with excitement. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed having someone submit to her so readily and so trustingly. Moving closer to her trembling lover, she whispered in Lisa's ear. "Bend over, pretty one. I have a present for you."

Lisa's weeping quickly subsided. She wondered what this present might be. Was she going to whip her again or take her from behind?

She would welcome both equally. Trembling with fear and excitement, she bent over and placed one hand on the iron gate surrounding the fireplace. "Steady now," she whispered to herself.

She heard movement behind her and winced as Taryn's hand slapped her bare ass.

Taryn smiled with amusement, then walked to the closet. She reached for her new dildo, the one she hadn't tried yet. It felt so perfect strapped around her hips. She swaggered back to the unsuspecting Lisa, the dildo bouncing with her movement. Taryn had never seen one so big and so hard. She felt certain this would be a challenge for Lisa. She laughed, thinking how Lisa thought the first one was so big. As she would soon realize, that was nothing! Taryn smiled, stroking her hard wang and admiring the way it looked jutting from her groin.

Lisa grew suspicious when she heard the closet door open. What could Taryn possibly need from there? But then she realized Taryn was probably trying to frighten her. She started to play dumb and asked Taryn what she was doing. Her sentence was cut off midway as she felt something pressing insistently at her opening.

Taryn listened to Lisa's heavy breathing, the sound teasing her clit into full erection. She reached underneath her, checking her wetness.

The slick moisture coated her fingers and she greedily licked it off.

"Um," she murmured. "You're ready." She returned her hand to Lisa's hot oven, dipping inside of her once more. She cooed and purred as she licked her fingers dry. "Um," she sighed, popping her fingers noisily out of her mouth.

Lisa was aching so much that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Pain and excitement raged inside of her – her cunt, her ass, and her breasts. "Please," she begged, squeezing the iron gate so hard it bruised the palms of her hands.

Taryn moved her hand back between Lisa's legs. She ran her fingers over her clit, teasing her. The outer lips were so swollen and her pubic hair so wet that Taryn longed to press her face into the hot caldron and lick it dry. But she must not. Taking a deep breath, she parted the swollen lips and poised with the tip of the dildo touching Lisa's opening. Gently, almost cautiously, she pressed it against her.

"Oh, please," Lisa begged her. "Take me, Taryn!"

Taryn grasped Lisa about her waist and pull her back and forth ever so slightly. She waited until her young protege was purring with pleasure from the dildo teasing her clit. When she seemed relaxed and lost in oblivion, Taryn parted the swollen lips around her opening once more. She drew back and smiled with the satisfaction she knew this would bring. Without warning, she lunged forward and plunged her cock deeply inside of Lisa. She grunted with the exertion of getting the dildo all the way inside of her tight little cunt. "Like that?"

Taryn asked. Roughly, she shoved the dildo in and out of Lisa's pussy, fucking her so hard that she knew she'd be limping for at least two days. Lost in the darkness of her other world, the thought did not disturb her.

Lisa cried and moaned as the fully ribbed and veined dildo moved inside the hot slick walls of her cunt. She never thought she could stretch so much, but it seemed she could do anything for Taryn. The pain giving way to pleasure, Lisa panted with excitement, begging Taryn for more. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" she begged.

Taryn slid out of Lisa and settled herself into a fighter's stance behind her. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she told her.

Taryn's shaft assaulted Lisa's tender opening, the tip plunging deeper inside of her than she thought possible. "Uh, uh," she grunted.

Lisa struggled to regain her balance after each thrust. Taryn fucked her harder and faster, offering Lisa no reprieve from the hunger that drove her cock unbearably deeper inside of her.

Taryn was alternately pushing her between the borders of pain and pleasure. Lisa felt tears rolling down her checks but she bit her lip, determined to show Taryn that she could take it. Eager to please, Lisa spread her legs and began a backward thrust in rhythm with Taryn's forward lunges. Her mouth was open, the excitement causing her to drool and whimper. "Oh, fuck me!" she screamed.

Taryn's clit was quivering with excitement, ramming hard against Lisa's ass as she fucked her. She slowed the pace, pausing to caress herself against Lisa's firm buttocks. Her cock slid over Lisa's lower back as she rubbed her clit back and forth against her cheeks. The tide was turning, surging inside of her once more. "Ah!" she screamed as her engorged clit exploded into a thousand pinpoints of red-hot heat. Her chest was heaving and a trickle of moisture slipped between her breasts.