Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

She knew her breasts were being bruised and her nipples were close to bleeding. Oh, how she loved it! Whereas before it was always Mark's body that mattered, now it was her body that was trembling with pleasure. How had she never known? The possibilities were endless and the pleasure was so exquisite. Thoughts of Mark faded further and further from her mind.

Camarin pulled Kimberly to the floor, her mouth never leaving Kimberly's tits, she tilted her back. She lifted Kimberly's leg and positioned her cunt over the firm thigh, closing her legs tightly around it. She paused to look at her, her eyes asking if she knew what was about to happen. When the smile tugged at Kimberly's mouth, Camarin started riding her. She rode her so hard and so fast, she felt her clit burst into a flurry of sparkling flames. Over and over, the orgasms seized and shook her. All the while, her mouth never left Kimberly's breasts. She sucked and cooed, licking those wonderful swollen orbs. She knew that the flesh was tender and sore, but she also knew there was so much waiting for her to discover. "Umm," she sighed as she drew Kimberly's nipple in and out of her mouth.

When her orgasm would crest, she'd pause and suckle, seeking the nourishment of the other woman's desire. Raw and unbridled, Kimberly's hunger would feed her body, then the cycle would repeat as she rode her clit hard against Kimberly's firm muscles. She wondered how long it would take for Kimberly to take the lessons learned and assert her own dominance in the world she was newly discovering. Camarin had no idea how long it would be, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty. This was her time to play the temptress and Kimberly's time to play the martyr to her needs.

Taryn's wishes long forgotten and pushed into the hidden recesses of her mind, Camarin focused on the moment, the woman who bucked and screamed beneath her as she rode her through orgasm after orgasm. It was a never-ending ride into oblivion and Camarin planned to take it for everything it was worth.

Screaming and writhing beneath the onslaught of Camarin's body, Kimberly could not deny the pleasure she felt as Camarin's hunger drove her into repeated orgasms. She felt Camarin's clit pressing against her knee. She gasped, fascinated by the other woman's endurance and her amazing ability to ride her clit so hard. She watched as her hips bucked and she reared her upper body, aiming higher and higher. She felt her own clit trembling and the excitement became unbearable. Not daring to stop or change direction, Kimberly slid her hand between her legs and started to masturbate.

Her senses peaked with adrenaline, Camarin sensed Kimberly's movement immediately. She seized her hand. "Need something down there?" she whispered. She reversed their positions, placing her legs underneath Kimberly's abdomen and lifting her. As Kimberly hung precariously in midair, Camarin drew her arm back and proceeded to land one, then another and another sharp slaps against her bare ass.

"Ouch!" Kimberly screamed. Her body was not prepared for the onslaught of Camarin's strong hands spanking her. Overwhelmed by the dizzying array of stimulus, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, she felt certain she would faint. And just as her consciousness teetered on the edge, she felt Camarin give one final blow to her buttocks, and then she lowered her to the floor. Blinking, Kimberly tried to focus her eyes on Camarin's face, to gain some sense of what was happening to her. There wasn't enough time, for within seconds Camarin had turned her over and positioned her face down over her lap.

Still dripping and panting with the force of her own orgasms, Camarin struggled to balance Kimberly on her legs. Finally, she regained her breath enough to growl, "Lift it, baby." When Kimberly hesitated, she slapped her bare ass with her open hand once more.

Guided by her instinct and the newly awakened need within her, Kimberly now knew what was expected of her. She arched her back and poised with her ass lifted over Camarin's lap, waiting for Camarin's next move – and the wait seemed endless. She held her breath, not daring to move her body. Yet, her legs were trembling so badly that she could barely keep from collapsing onto Camarin's lap.

Once her pulse slowed enough so she could breath, Camarin reached for the copper shovel that was lying on the stone hearth near the fire. She could tell by the blue burnish that it was scorching hot.

Excellent ! she thought, smiling. She carefully took it by the handle and pulled it toward her. The moment could not have been more perfect.

Kimberly felt the heat radiating from the hot metal before she felt the blow. Her ass tightened, preparing her for the first strike. She screamed when it landed hard and square on her rounded buttocks.

The heat was so unbearable that she bit her lip, fighting to withstand the pain. Hot – scorching hot – the copper shovel that struck her over and over again felt incredibly painful. Yet, it also felt quite pleasurable, making it difficult for her to distinguish one sensation from the other. She held onto Camarin's legs, bracing herself in the position Camarin wanted. Bouncing and swaying, writhing and screaming, she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm as Camarin spanked her. "Oh, yes. Yes!" she screamed.

Camarin knew by the duration of Kimberly's pleasure that she had been sorely neglected by her fiancee. Her tolerance for pain, her need for it, challenged Camarin's own internal register. Kimberly's ass looked like a gridiron, the red-hot welts forming marks all over her bare flesh. Camarin drew the shovel back one last time. The blow was so hard it pitched Kimberly forward, flattening her against Camarin's lap.

Panting and gasping for air, her ass on fire and her cunt soaked with her excitement, Kimberly let out one final scream. When she collapsed, her face was pressed against Camarin's leg, perspiring from the heat of her exhaustion. She could hear Camarin's heavy breathing and she could feel it on her skin. Like a blast of air from a roaring furnace, it burned against her naked body.

Both gasping for breath, they clung to each other's bodies. When Camarin looked at the woman lying facedown across her lap, she felt torn inside. A part of her wanted to continue her lustful punishing of Kimberly's flesh. Oh, how she longed to test her limits! To drive Kimberly to that point where she begged and pleaded for her to stop.

But would she ask? Or would she be dangerously defiant, going beyond the level of her tolerance? Would she allow Camarin to carry her over the edge? And could Camarin bring her back? The questions would go unanswered, for Camarin heard Mark's jeep pulling into the driveway.

When Kimberly heard him, she was seized with a panic and rage so great, she swore under her breath. "Damn it, Mark!" She pushed herself off Camarin's lap. Her legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand. She pushed her hair back from her face and wiped away the perspiration that beaded on her forehead and upper lip. They needed to do something, but Kimberly was suddenly, inexplicably frozen with fear.

Camarin knew her fear, the fear of discovery, for she'd been there herself. Knowing she had to take charge of the situation, Camarin jumped to her feet. Hurriedly, she pulled her clothes back on, buttoning and zipping as she went. "Get dressed," she told Kimberly.

"We can't let him see us like this. We're going out the front door, then into the woods."

"But how will I explain?" Kimberly began as she fumbled with her clothes.

Her whimpering tested Camarin's patience. She was trying to protect this woman, to allow her the freedom of choosing when and where and if she would tell her fiancee what happened. Yet, Kimberly's inertia was making it impossible. "You can tell him you went for a walk after I left. Tell him you tripped and fell down a ravine or something. I don't know!" she growled. "Tell him I fucked you for all I care. Just get your clothes on so we can get out of here!"