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.
Sensing that she was being watched, Camarin surreptitiously glanced inside the cabin. She saw Taylor standing at the kitchen window, her breasts still bare and her fingers playing with her nipples.
Camarin found it amusing to watch Taylor standing there, playing with herself and probably wondering why Camarin had not returned the favor. She did feel a little guilty about leaving her like that, but she had no choice.
"Hmm," she said, puzzling over what to do. Then it occurred to her that voyeurism was one of life's greatest stimulants. It would also keep her a safe distance away from Taylor. She unfastened one button on her shirt. Very slowly and seductively, she slid her hand inside the opening and pulled her breast free. The nipple barely visible, she played with it. Although she never considered herself an exhibitionist, Camarin found it to be very arousing. She felt her panties dampen once more.
Taylor watched Camarin's open display, wondering who else might be watching her. The cabins offered some measure of privacy but not enough to obscure Camarin standing by the woodpile, fondling herself. She gasped when she saw Camarin's other hand slide down the front of her shirt, then pause at the button on her jeans. "Oh!" she gasped as she stared at Camarin's blatant act of public masturbation.
What she did not know was that Camarin was watching her from the corner of her eye. Every move calculated to arouse Taylor, Camarin slowly unzipped her jeans. Her bright magenta panties were a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Camarin openly admired herself, sighing as she slid her hands down the side of her panties. Her fingers met in the center where her clitoris was pressing against the damp lace. She placed two fingers over her clit and began a slow rhythmic movement, parting her legs so she'd have better access. She placed one foot on the wood block, turning so her crotch was pointed directly at Taylor. Her tongue caressing her lips, she moved one hand to her breast. She teased the nipple so it was erect and hard, pushing against her shirt. Knowing exactly where to touch and when, Camarin felt an orgasm approaching within seconds. She looked at Taylor to see if she was watching.
Although her hands were busy, Taylor was nowhere near as close to an orgasm as Camarin. She played with her nipples, squeezing the tips and rolling them back and forth with her fingers. Her mouth hung open as she gazed down at her swollen breasts. Oh, she was aching so badly! What she wouldn't give to have Camarin's mouth at her breasts. "Umm," she murmured, her fingers stretching the nipples as far as she could. Every move she made, every nerve she stretched sent jolts of excitement through her.
There was a barstool beneath the counter, the seat a perfect square.
Taylor positioned herself on it so her clit was pressing against one of the hard corners. Slowly, rhythmically, she rubbed her clit against the barstool. She tried to pace herself with Camarin, watching her every move as she masturbated in the back yard. Sliding backward, then forward, she panted as her pussy rode the hard surface. Her fingers teased and stretched her nipples. All the while, she wished it were Camarin's hands punishing her wanton flesh.
Camarin was having fantasies of her own, fucking Taylor's sweet little pussy. She envisioned herself poised behind Taylor, a dildo strapped around her hips. Down on all fours, Taylor would be wiggling her ass, begging Camarin to fuck her. She could hear her voice all raspy with excitement, "Fuck me, Camarin. Give it to me.
Please." Beside herself with arousal, Camarin hurriedly pushed her pants down enough so she could fuck her own pussy. She felt in her pocket for the vibrator she kept with her at all times. It hummed to life when she flicked the button. The sleeve was ribbed with evenly spaced bumps designed to caress a woman's vagina in a slightly different way. Using one hand to part her lips, Camarin slowly edged the vibrator inside of her. Her mouth was open and she could hear herself panting, her breath sending a stream of white puffs into the cold winter air.