Eric Gave Her A Needed Push

A push is exactly what Sasha needed.

Stumbling forward she flailed to catch herself, landing in Sandra's dryad arms.

With eyes wide in realization Sasha stared up into the beautifully carved face, the skin across it a cream colour lightly toned green. Dark brown orbs textured with wood grain shifted in place of eyes, her hair seemingly styled up and back a weave of small leafy vines and twigs.

Sasha tried to think of what to do, cringing as the strong yet smooth and slender arms pulled her up, closer. Until they locked lips.

Eric's shouts and screams were dull distant incoherent sounds, Sasha was losing herself to the sweet scent, the cinnamon like spice dueling her tongue into submission, and the calm relaxing aura of a shady tree on a sweltering summer day.

Groaning reluctantly as Sandra broke the kiss, Sasha found all her concerns having melted away. Her hands we now exploring the smooth firm body holding her, eyes no longer wide with concern, but half closed in relaxation and peace.

Finding herself lowered to Sandra's breasts Sasha marveled at how beautiful and full they looked, shyly feeling one she was impressed how soft they were when squeezed, yet firm. Gazing sleepily at the blue blossom by her face she examined the soft petals, full bent back against the contour of the breast they hung on.

A sweet sugary scent wafted from the bloom, its center extruding a single clear drop.

“Taste it.” The melody like voice sang to her, its suggestion seeping past Sasha's relaxed defenses, commanding her lips and tongue into action.

Sucking long and hard on the flower's nectar Sasha felt almost embarrassed when she stopped to breath. Pulling herself up and tight to Sandra's chest Sasha resisted being lowered down onto the mossy grasses, hating the thought of no longer being held closely by this… whatever she was.

As her exposed back made contact with the suddenly dewy grass Sasha gasped. Squirming and pressing into its cool relaxation she wished she could feel it all over. As the damp cool chill spread down her back she moaned as she felt herself growing closer to orgasm.

Just the thought of how unexpected and great it felt pushed her further, gazing wantonly up at the dryad she started to run her hand across the top of her body, eagerly finding the dress easily crumpling on top of her as if little more than a sheet. A sheet she soon shoved off.

Rolling over excitedly Sasha noticed Eric struggling as she pressed her body down into the ground, her breasts growing in sensitivity as she felt a tightness in her chest.

Her mons was quickly shedding what little kept hair she had as she reached a hand down to rub the euphoric dew onto her clit.

Eric squirmed with alarm, growing ever more distressed as Sasha acted less and less like the upstanding female athlete he had known, and more like a stripper or a pornstar putting on a performance.

“GO! RUN! PLEASE! Save yourself…” Eric pleaded, Sasha's blank stare of desire clearly communicating her not hearing him, as Eric's eyes grew wider with terror.

Sandra stared at him with an evil grin, delighting in Eric's dread as he watched her lower herself down, spreading Sasha's legs to have a taste.

“Mmm… Please. More.” Sasha groaned in delight, raising her ass up to be easier for the dryad to lick.

With her pussy lifted from the grass Sandra started running fingers across Sasha's slit, enjoying the show she was giving to the man who happened along to her tree with this now willing soul.

As she started the finger the slut, Sandra willed her penetrating tongue and fingers longer, thicker, bumpier. Before long Sasha was grinding her swelling breasts into the grass and tugging at her hair in uncounted climaxes as she felt as if she was being double penetrated by perforated toys.

Finally her ass toppled over as Sasha orgasmed once more, yet still somehow failed to cum.

Groaning in frustration, Sasha basked in Sandra kissing up her body. Nibbling on Sasha's ear, Sandra's eyes pierced into Eric's claiming ownership. A stare reinforced by the tilted back head, closed eyes and bitten lip on Sasha's pleased face.

“I want you to crawl over to him. Kiss him, wave your magnificient tits in his face.” The words made Sasha smile, pausing only to question the magnificence of her breasts momentarily as she discovered their new size and fullness.

As Sasha managed to crawl forward Eric evaded her attempts to kiss him.

She giggled at it, “Come on, just like in highschool.” Sasha teased, shoving her breasts in his face before crawling back to **** a kiss on his lips.

Looking across his now bound, almost naked body Sasha couldn't help but smile at what she saw was about to happen.