Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Camarin thrilled at the sight of a woman overcome by her power.

Once more, she pressed the hot metal against Taylor's nipple. This time she held it for about two seconds – long enough to make her cry out and cover her stinging flesh. Not to be daunted, Camarin turned her attention to the other breast. Only this time, she seized it with her mouth, just enough to tease her and moisten the flesh. Then she drew back and ran the lighter over the knife again.

"Ouch," Taylor cried out as Camarin pressed the hot metal against her bare wet nipple. Despite her fear or perhaps because of it, Taylor was so aroused her panties were soaked. She held her breath as Camarin pulled back and stared into her eyes – eyes that held fear.

When she tried to look away, Camarin forced her chin up and her eyes straightforward.

Camarin was certain now that Taylor was still a lesbian virgin. She decided to have some fun with her. She pushed Taylor to her knees, her head only inches from Camarin's cunt. Camarin unzipped her jeans and pushed them down about her ankles. Her bush moistened with her own cum, she knew Taylor could smell her. "Doesn't it smell wonderful," she said, pressing Taylor's face against her.

Taylor moaned as Camarin's soft pubic hair brushed against her cheek. She pressed closer and felt the wetness on her mouth and cheeks. She breathed deeply, wanting to absorb that wonderful smell and commit it to her memory. It was pure unadulterated arousal, nothing more and nothing less.

"You like that, Taylor?" Camarin asked. She pulled her lips apart slightly and pressed forward with her hips. When Taylor hesitated, she smiled encouragingly. "Go on," she whispered to Taylor. "Touch me. I know you want to."

Feeling shy and uncertain, Taylor hesitated and looked up at Camarin. When she saw the naked arousal in Camarin's gaze, all hesitancy disappeared. Taylor slid her face up so her mouth was over Camarin's clit. Her tongue reached out and she tasted the sweet nectar that only a moment before had bathed her face. She took her time, wanting to savor every moment.

Camarin's body still aroused from her encounter with Kimberly, she pressed her fingers eagerly against Taylor's neck, urging her to touch her, to use her mouth and tongue on her painfully swollen clitoris.

"Now," she whispered. Her voice was low and sultry, each word a practiced seduction as she led another woman down the path of no return. Camarin Knight could never imagine a woman giving up the forbidden fruit once she'd partaken of it. She ran her fingers through Taylor's hair, caressing her face as she urged her to come closer.

Each move very slow and calculated, Taylor nudged Camarin's erection with her tongue. "Umm," she murmured, as she tasted the silky liquid that bathed Camarin's genitals. Her body was preparing her for intercourse and Taylor wondered about her preferences. There was so much she didn't know. How could she possibly do justice for someone as worldly and experienced as Camarin?

Tempered with the patience that comes from experience, Camarin offered Taylor sighs and gestures of encouragement. She traced her finger over her wet clit, coating it with her juices and pressing it against Taylor's lips. When her mouth opened and she sucked Camarin's finger deeply inside of her, then licked it with her tongue, Camarin knew it wouldn't be much longer now. When Taylor had sucked her finger dry, she withdrew it from her mouth. It was time for another demonstration. Camarin slid her hand down to her opening, drawing back her lips so Taylor could see her pussy. She pressed the tip of her finger in and out of her opening, moaning softly with each thrust. She heard Taylor gasp and she offered her another taste of the honey.

Taylor could feel the excitement coursing through Camarin's body.

Her hands trembled as Camarin guided her, pressing her finger deeply inside her hot cunt. Taylor had felt only herself – never another woman. She marveled at this new experience, the walls of Camarin's vagina closing around her finger, letting her know she was ready. At this point, her instincts took over and Taylor drew three fingers closely together. She took aim, plunged, and then ardently fucked Camarin Knight's pussy.

Camarin sighed and purred, each thrust vibrating her walls and teasing that sacred spot tucked safely in the back. "Not bad for a virgin," she gasped, running her hands through Taylor's hair. "How about some tongue now?" she whispered.

Taylor complied, her tongue flicking Camarin's clit while she continued to fuck her. The tip was so hard and so erect Taylor would not have been surprised if she'd come right then and there. When she finally realized that such was not the case, Taylor placed her mouth over Camarin's erection and diligently sucked and caressed it.

"Umm," she uttered. Camarin's sighs of pleasure gave her the courage to unleash her raging libido. Driven by a hunger long denied, she seized Camarin's clit in her mouth and shook her head vigorously from side to side. The process was repeated several times as she lost herself in that wonderful paradise between Camarin Knight's legs.

Camarin shook and trembled as Taylor brought her to orgasm. The heat was unbearably hot and explosive. She gritted her teeth and held fast to Taylor's shoulders as she neared orgasm. When it began, she screamed and raged, twisting in the throes of her wild savage-like passion. Taylor would not stop, but continued until she had sucked her dry and taken her to heights she'd known with only a select few women. She wondered how much of it was Taylor and how much of it was a leftover of her encounter with Kimberly. Nonetheless, her legs and arms felt weak and she thought certain she'd collapse if Taylor did not stop. Gently, she pushed her head away from her cunt.

"Please," she gasped, smiling down at Taylor's upturned face. "I need to rest for a minute."

Taylor felt her cheeks. They were hot, flushed, and wet with Camarin's cum. She wondered what would happen next, how Camarin would take her. Her eyes gazing expectantly at Camarin, she waited for her to do something.

When Camarin opened her eyes and found Taylor staring up at her, she felt a sudden anger boiling to the surface. The source of her anger belonged to Kimberly Justin, not the woman who looked so innocently and longingly up at her. Camarin hurriedly zipped her pants, touched Taylor affectionately on the cheek, then turned and left the cabin. She didn't bother with a jacket or boots, wanting to place as much time and distance between herself and Taylor as possible.

Otherwise, she was afraid of what her anger might bring her to do to Taylor Blythe.

Taylor frowned and watched as Camarin stopped beside the woodpile and rolled her sleeves back. She lifted the axe and started swinging. The wood supply was already abundant inside the little shed behind the cabin. For a moment, Taylor worried that Camarin was not pleased with her performance, but deep down she knew it was something else. She sensed that Camarin had an agenda all her own and right now she was not a part of it. She sighed and rested her head against the kitchen window, thinking about Kimberly Justin and wondering if things would be different if she was not in the picture.

Outside the air was brisk and cold, the fragrance offering a purity to replace the wanton desires raging within Camarin's body. She lifted the axe and cut through the wood. The cuts were so perfect that the wood did not splinter. Over and over, the axe rose and fell as Camarin replenished the woodpile that she, too, knew was already more than adequate.

Taylor watched for a few moments longer, then stood. She was still troubled by Camarin's sudden unrest, but she knew it was not her place to know what troubled her. She emptied the tray of cookies onto the cooling rack and busied herself in the kitchen, washing dishes and putting away the baking supplies. When she picked up the knife Camarin had used to burn her nipples, she trembled. The nipples were red, swollen and somewhat painful. But beyond the pain was a need to be caressed and sucked. Tentatively, she placed her hands on her breasts. Her eyes riveted once more to Camarin who was still chopping wood outside the window. She teased her nipples.