You submit to their teachings, figuring that you could use any knowledge that could help save Amy. The fact that it may involve sex and could give some much needed attention to your most sensitive places only slightly helps in making your decision.
“Sure, let get started. What do I do first?”
You find, however that the dryads have started your training without your consent. From behind, one of the girls begins to caress your midriff while another, a beauty with red-tinged hair like an autumn leaf and skin as brown as an oak tree, stares longingly into your eyes. You try to say something, but you lose your train of thought as the girl in front strokes your cheek and kisses you passionately. You feel the hands on your belly grab the bottom of your shirt and slowly draw it up the length of your body, along your ribs, and rubbing along your lacy bra. The brown girl draws away long enough for the other to pull your shirt over your head.
You feel almost hypnotized by the ministrations of these girls. You are turned to face the girl behind you, a shorter dryad with hair the feel of grass. And feel it you do as she draws you in for a kiss. More hands run along your ribs and up into the valley of your breasts. They begin to rub slow circles on your nipples, causing you to feel an intense warmth that cancels the coolness of the forest. They expand and become hard feeling so wonderful and yet constrained.
You hear the voice of the dryad you met before. “To harness your sexual energy, you must become fully aroused.”
You think you’re pretty much there until the short dryad reaches up and removes your bra straps, first one slow and then the other even slower. She rubs your shoulders and you finally drop your arms from her hair and allow the straps to fall all the way. Then, her hands slide along your shoulder, down your arm, and to your back where she expertly unclasps your bra. Opened, she pulls it free, exposing you breasts at last, and allows the bra to flow casually to the forest floor. Your mind explodes in pleasure as the girls gently rub your breasts, kneading and stroking them lovingly. You begin to do the same as you reach out and stroke one of the girls. She sighs in pleasure and kisses you on the lips. She then trails kisses along your neck, down your shoulder, around your breast, and finally draws your nipple in. She licks it in alternating rapid and slow caresses.
“Feel all the energy build up inside. Let it grow.”
You are amazed at the feelings you are experiencing at the hands of these girls. You have never felt like this before with any of your past lovers. And yet, something tells you to be wary. This thought takes a stronger hold as you feel more hands on you, this time around your wait as they begin to unbutton your jeans.
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