Kimberly gasped, her hands hanging in midair as Camarin knelt in front of her. "Oh," she moaned as Camarin closed her hands over her breasts. Eager, so eager, she thrust her chest out and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling as her skin burned and every nerve in her breasts tingled at Camarin's touch. "More," she moaned when she felt Camarin's hands move away. She looked down at her breasts, hanging full and bare, waiting for Camarin's mouth. She was so close that Kimberly felt her breath against her nipples.
"Grr," Camarin growled. She seized the nipple of one breast, sucking it passionately. She wanted this woman so badly that nothing could stop her. She clasped her hands behind Kimberly's back and roughly pulled her forward. She lifted her face, her mouth open, waiting for Kimberly's breasts as she thrust her back and forth. "Um,"
she murmured as she closed her mouth around each one. Sucking the swollen flesh in and out, in and out of her burning mouth. She felt faint. Her body was so hot it was feverish.
Kimberly moaned and cried, then moaned some more. She arched her chest, poised and waiting for Camarin's mouth as she worked it steadily over her aching nipples. She winced as Camarin's teeth bit the firm points of each nipple, then sighed and purred, as her arousal grew stronger. "Stop, don't stop," she begged. Her body was soaring, then dipping, not knowing what to expect but confidant that it would be pleasurable. With Mark as her barometer, she'd never thought sex could be so pleasurable, so exquisitely painful and so hot! "Please, God, don't let this ever end," she begged. Her hand pressed Camarin's head closer to her hot bosom and she trembled beneath her touch.
Her mouth never leaving Kimberly's breasts, Camarin removed her jacket and shirt. She dropped to the floor, not caring that her jacket had dripped a tiny pool of water around her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now. Camarin's fingers were trembling as she touched her bare breasts. She cupped them in her hands and offered them to Kimberly's waiting fingers. "Ah," she moaned as Kimberly's hands danced over her swollen flesh. Her own need became stronger.
Likewise, her desire for Kimberly became stronger. She basked in the excitement of Kimberly's fingers teasing her nipples, all the while working her mouth over Kimberly's heaving bosom. Pulling the nipples out with her teeth, daring each time to pull just a little bit further, to press her teeth just a little bit harder. She listened for Kimberly's sighs and when they came, she worked them into screams of pleasure.
Kimberly's pussy was dripping – so wet and hot that she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Yet, stand it she did, for this was a pleasure that was unlike any she'd ever known. In her heart, she feared she might not ever know it again and this thought drove her to challenge her body to new heights, testing her endurance for pain, wanting Camarin to never stop punishing her wanton flesh.
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.