© Copyright June 29, 2005 by 45 Mike Anderson
Based on real events at a house party that got a lil nutz….
The young woman tied to an old gnarled pine tree, struggled against the hands roughly ravaging her body. The nearby fire painted her exposed skin in shadows of red and gold. The rough bark of the tree bit savagely into her tender limbs splayed back and knotted behind her.
The busty dark haired beauty framed by the dancing firelight swayed slowly to the beat of primordial music wafting through the darkness. Her eyes eagerly devoured the sight of her men ravishing the feminine form bound to the aged tree.
Tamra was aware of the ropes biting into her flesh at her wrists, and wrapped around her thighs, aware of the pine pitch fouling her lustrous hair and meager coverings. Her intent focus however was on Nikai, her eyes gleaming with desire in the shadows.
The groping, fumbling hands of the men were stilled, and withdrew as Nikai approached the trembling figure with her long dark dress flowing gracefully around her. Nikai pressed her breasts against Tamra as her lips crushed into Tamras neck.
The men and women who were gathered near the tree stood silent as Tamra gasped at the intensity of Nikais assault. As the moments passed the men grasped the opportunity of having Nikai so preoccupied and exposed. With quick and skillful movements Nikai found herself bound to Tamra, secured to the same tree that she had lured Tamra to.
Tamra could not respond to Nikai, except with her lips, teeth and tongue skillfully urging Nikai to more intense embrasure. Tamra gasped as Nikai maneuvered her thigh between the open legs of Tamra. The men had missed binding one of Nikais hands and she found Tamras breast, alternately mashing the eager tautly proffered breast and roughly pinching and pulling at the erect nipple through the coarse cloth still covering Tamra.
The onlookers watched in wondering, with muttered confusion as the two women, both bound to the tree, gagged by each others kisses. Muttering accented by the quick guttural noises coming from Nikai and the low keening of Tamra as each tried to urge the other on to more explicit action. Tamra helpless to the onslaught, unable to use her hands could only use her face and hips to taunt Nikai onward.
After some time, the men began to become impatient with the outcome of the situation. It was obvious that to allow Nikai to completely overcome Tamra, they would need to unbind both women. Astonished the men found the two beauties locked together more tightly than the bindings could have accounted for. Indeed the embrace was of such violent and spasmodic nature that removing the bindings became more difficult than the binding itself.
Eventually the men and women held Tamra alone as Nikai stood close by. Her ample breasts straining the rich dark bodice of the dress she wore. Her fingers brushing at the pine pitch staining the cloth where her leg had ground into the living bark of the tree while attempting to push aside the clothing of Tamra.
Tamras dusky skin, illuminated by the now ruddy firelight glistened with a slight moisture as the men tore her upper garment from her. With eyes glaring defiantly, Tamra thrust her now bare breasts against the numerous hands holding her up. Hands that lifted her, held her horizontal. With uplifted face Tamra could see Nikais creamy white face contrasted against the blackness of the night surrounding the small encampment.
Nikai had a moment to compose herself and with practiced hand, slowly and deliberately undid the fastenings that held the last covering that kept Tamras heated naked skin from the chill of the late night and the sight of the group eagerly awaiting the conquest of Nikai over Tamra.
Tamra writhed and pleaded incoherently as Nikai kissed her inner lips, and licked at the moistness flowing there. The men, unnoticed by the naked victim were stroking and fondling the expanses of heated flesh while still holding her open and secured to Nikais abuse.
Nikai, intent on the musky scent and silky texture of Tamra under her lips and tongue was similarly unaware of the hands of men and women around her groping and grasping at her own body through her dress and finding openings in the cloth to fondle her own gleaming skin.
With the night wind whispering through the ancient tree boughs, Tamra arched her back, soundless screams of ecstasy raging against the men and women urging her to defeat. Nikai smiled as the young woman sagged under her. The men loosed their grips and lowered Tamra to stand weakly upon the carpet of grasses and pine needles.
Hands now free, fluttered about aimlessly as if undecided if they should be covering her or caressing herself, Tamra looked up at the sky, just beginning to lighten in the East now, and barely dimming the diamond points of light that still seemed to flash frantically in her memory of the night.
The group drifted away as the night fog, and the morning found the empty glade smiling with the rising sun. An ageless pine tree bent over as if still engrossed in the erotic scene. Branches spread out as if grasping for the moment to return.