At one point though, as she opened her eyes, something behind me caught her attention and she nodded and said, “Um, Tom?”
I bent my head backward and tried to look behind me and there was Pixie, naked and smiling.
I said happily, “Pixie! There you are!”
She smiled and said, “Here I am. Did you forget me?”
I said, “Well, I kind of did.”
I knew that there was probably no point in lying to her.
She said, “That’s because Princess Lexie made your brain fried with fairy sex. Princess Lexie, you have nice boobs.”
Lexie stared at the tiny elf and I said, “Lex, this is Pixie. Remember? We talked in the car about how Pixie was our tribe and she’s an elf and she’s part of our family.”
Lexie said, “Oh, um, that’s right. Um, Pixie, it’s wonderful to meet you. We were just….um…”
Pixie said, “It’s called fucking. Or making love. Do you like it? You had a lot of orgasms. I liked it because you look happy. He has a nice penis. That’s called a man-banana. Can I touch your boobs? I never did that before. I hugged Princess Dixie, but I didn’t touch them with my hands, and I wondered what they feel like. I’ll be careful. Boobs are precious and wonderful. Sometimes we call them tits. Like, hey Daddy, suck on your baby’s tits. I heard you call him Daddy and you called yourself Baby-Doll. That was fun. I like you. Why did you stop fucking? It was pretty.”
Lexie just stared at the elf girl, and without a word, Pixie came and sat on my chest facing the bigger girl and reached out and grabbed a big breast in each hand.
Pixie said, “These are really nice. You’re lucky.”
As Pixie continued to fondle Lexie, I reached down and grabbed Lexie’s buttocks and started moving her around on my lap again. A minute later, Lexie had forgotten her shyness and was once again bouncing on my cock, even more vigorously than before. And very soon after that, she was climaxing hard with every few bounces.
Pixie started coaching and encouraging Lexie, saying, “That’s it, Baby Princess, fuck that big banana. Give our handsome king your pussy and make sure he feels you loving him. Ride that magic wand, little fuck fairy. He likes your big titties, hard and pointy and bouncy. He’s a good fuck, and so are you.”
After several more orgasms, Pixie said, “Are you ready Princess? To give that pretty fairy princess pussy to your king and have it suck up his magic semen? There’s no going back after that. Once he fills you up and your pussy slurps his seeds, you are really fucked and you’re his baby-doll, body and heart. You ready to get fucked Princess?”
Lexie cried out, “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck me Daddy! Make me a real princess fairy!”
Pixie pinched Lexie’s nipples and said, harshly, “Faster! Bounce faster! He’s been letting you have fun, but you have to go faster! Faster! You can do it Princess! Fuck our Tommy. Fuck Daddy, Baby-Doll. Get him to cum in your pussy and then he’s your husband forever and you can ask him to fuck you whenever you want to, but you have to show that you are ready for it. Faster!”
Lexie was bouncing hard, moaning and shuddering continuously.
Pixie yelled, “Do you love our daddy, Little Princess?”
Lexie screamed, “Yes! Yes, I do! Daddy I love you! I love you so much! Please Daddy, please fuck me! Please Daddy, fuck me! Fuck! I love you so much!”
She drove me over the edge. It wasn’t hard. I had been straining to hold back for some time. I grunted and let go and shot my third orgasm of the day into my big little fairy.
As Lexie and I both started to come down from our frenzy, Pixie leaned forward and whispered something in Lexie’s ear.
Lexie responded by saying, “Oh! Yes, that sounds great. Oh, that sounds really great!”
Lexie quickly pulled off of me and scooted toward my feet and bent down and sucked me into her mouth. She went for a minute and Pixie asked, “Well? How is it?”
Lexie looked up and then crawled up closer to me and said, “It’s really nice. Kind of sour and salty at the same time. I always was kind of curious and the last few days I really wanted to try it, but I forgot just now until you reminded me.”
Pixie said, “Now, lay down on your back.”
Lexie did as she was told without question and Pixie said, “I’m going to clean you up by licking you. It’s what I do. All the fairies and elves do it for each other. That way after you get all wet and sexy, you can put your clothes back on and it’s OK, because you’re all cleaned up.”
Lexie looked at me and I smiled and nodded.
Pixie said, “It isn’t the same as if Tom does it. That’s sex. That makes us wet and horny and crazy for love. This is to make us clean and dry, not wet and wild. Spread your legs. It will just take a minute.”
Lexie looked at me again, then shrugged and opened her legs. Pixie bent down and licked efficiently around Lexie’s sex and then sat up quickly.
She said, “See. Isn’t that nice? To feel fresh. Touch it. I have a special way of doing it.”
Lexie put her hand between her legs and wiped her fingers across her smooth mound and then brought the fingers up to look at them. Then, with a puzzled look, she smelled them.
Lexie said, “It smells nice. Like flowers or something.”
Pixie said, “It my special moisturizer. It’s supposed to taste and smell good. That’s why I should do that for you after we all have sex. You did very good. I’m proud of you, Princess Lexie.”
Lexie said, “Um, thank you. Um, that makes me feel good. And you know what? I really like being called Lexie. I like that a lot. Ashley was kind of a constant reminder that any hope I had for real happiness was ashes.”
We lay side by side and after several minutes of rest, I said, “Pixie, you are a naughty elf sometimes.”
Lexie sat up and said, “You certainly are! Where did you learn to talk like that? My word.”
Pixie grinned and said, “I never did that before. But you liked it. I heard what you said, and then I wondered if you would like it if I talked that way, about your pretty boobs and all.”
Lexie said, “It was kind of exciting.”
Pixie said, “Because you were horny. I don’t think you can talk like that all the time.”
I said, “No, not all the time. Hey Lex, what about that other thing?”
Lexie said, “What thing?”
Pixie said, “It’s called a Daddy Fetish. It was a fun game.”
Lexie blushed and said, “I don’t know where that came from. I really don’t. Well, maybe I kind of do. I don’t know, it’s just that somehow on the plane, when you let me see you naked, you were so handsome, and I got turned on, and then when you kissed me, I just kind of thought, Oh Daddy! And then, just now, it kind of just came out again. It’s not like I ever thought about that before this. It wasn’t even a fantasy of mine or anything.”
I said, “I didn’t mind at all. It was pretty sweet in a way.”
She said, “So, you um, didn’t think it was too weird?”
I said, “Lex, little fantasies are fun. As Pixie says, I never did that before, but I liked it.”
Lexie smiled and turned over and lay down half on my chest and said, “So Daddy, was I a good girl?”
I said, “Baby Doll, you were fantastic. I love you so much.”
She said, “So now that I’m a big girl, and you’re my big daddy husband, we can make love as much as we want to. Tom, this is amazing. You really have freed me from something.”
I said, “Lex, I will always remember our first time together being the one yesterday, though. That was so special for me. For me, somehow, that was the most perfect thing that could have happened.”
She said, “I think it was for me too.”
I heard a scraping noise and raised my head to see Sarah pulling the canoe onto the beach again.
I said quickly, “Pixie, the ring!”
Pixie took the ring for Ashley out of her bag and handed it to me.
I had Ashley sit on the log and I knelt and placed the
ring on her finger saying, “Ashley, we are one tribe, one family, one body, and one love. Thank you.”
The girl bent down and kissed me with tears in her eyes.
She said, “Tom, thank you so much. We hardly even know each other, but I know that this is forever. I love you. I guess it’s time for me to go now.”
Pixie handed Ashley a bottle of water and told her to drink it and then did the same with me. Sarah led Ashley to the boat and paddled away. I was sorry to see them go. I really did feel an especially close bond with Lexie. Ashley, Lexie, Lex, whatever. Yeah, I liked calling her Lex.
I said, “Well, what’s next Pixie?”
She pointed at the jungle behind the beach and said, “That way.”
I said, “OK. Show me where to go.”
Chapter 28 - The Pit
Pixie led me inland from the beach. There was a little path that turned quickly to the right in a way that made it almost impossible to notice unless you knew where it was. At first, it was very overgrown, and I had to duck and pick my way very carefully through the plants. I had my shoes, but other than that I was still almost completely naked. Here, away from the ocean, the temperature and humidity rose dramatically, and I started to sweat as we followed the winding trail at least half a mile into the jungle.
It was a little weird walking through the open tropical forest in the nude this way. I liked it but it was weird. I had my flaps of leather, but they weren’t even enough to really sit down on comfortably. I don’t know how long it took us to walk this far. I wasn’t paying much attention. It was early afternoon, judging by the sun, which was hidden by the trees now but had been perfectly visible at the beach.
We turned another corner in the trail and I pulled up short and stopped where I was. Just twenty feet away, a large net was hanging from a rope over a small clearing beside the path. And in the net, sitting as if captured by a trap, was a woman. It had to be Sondra, obviously. She had her back to me as I approached but the net was slowly rotating and when she faced me, she noticed me.
She said, “Don’t come close. There’s a pit. If you are looking for the waterfall, it’s not much farther. Just keep going. You’ll find it. It’s a nice place for a picnic,” and then the net rotated farther, and her back was to me again.
She was only about two feet off the ground. But the net was suspended in the center of a ten-foot area covered with leaves and branches that did seem to hide a pit beneath. The rope was about twenty feet long and tied high overhead from a branch of a tree at the far side of the pit.
Pixie was gone. I didn’t remember when or where she left. But she had done the same when I dove into the ocean to rescue Lex, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. She was apparently my guide, but I was alone in figuring out what to do at each step.
I stood staring at the situation, and as the net turned in my direction again, Sondra said, “Oh, you’re still here. Are you OK? Not that I can do anything about it, but if you just want to tell someone, I have nowhere to go. I don’t expect to be here much longer, but I have a little while, I suppose.”
She was so nonchalant about the whole thing that I didn’t know quite how to respond. So far, each of these encounters had involved a puzzle and a story. Dixie was tied down and exposed. Lexie was underwater, suspended between death and life. Now, Sondra was caught in a net, suspended over a pit and acting as if it was perfectly natural. I guessed that my best next move was to try to get more information. She was acting like she didn’t know me, so maybe I should take the same tack.
I said, “Um, Hi. If you don’t mind, who are you, and what are you doing here?”
She didn’t wait for the net to face me, but said, “You still here? Oh well. The Unfun Woo put me here. He said I’m Meat. You can just call me that if you want to call me something. I don’t know why you would. The waterfall is just up ahead.”
I said, “What do you mean, you’re Meat?”
She said, “You know. Meat. Pretty soon, a tiger will come by, see me, try to eat me, and fall into the pit. Or, he won’t fall in and he will eat me. It won’t be long now. You might not want to stick around. Hey, you know what? I heard rumors that there are these Jungle Fairies out here somewhere. You’re a handsome guy. They’d probably like you. You could go find some. Maybe they’ll be bathing at the waterfall and you could see if you can join them.”
I said, “I think I should rescue you.”
She said, “Why?”
I said, “So that you don’t get eaten by a tiger.”
She said, “Why?”
Thinking about what Pixie might say, I answered simply, “Because.”
She said, “Because why?”
I said, “Because because. Because you look like a very beautiful Jungle Princess and you should get rescued and not eaten by a tiger because that wouldn’t be as much fun as going to the waterfall with me and maybe getting to live with fairies because they have nice boobs.”
She laughed and said, “Nice boobs?”
I said playfully, “Yeah, and you have nice boobs and you seem nice and I like you and I think that you aren’t really meat and if I rescue you then maybe you would fall in love with me and live happily ever after because I want to.”
She laughed again and said, “Well, that might be nice, I suppose. Who are you and why are you here if it isn’t for a picnic?”
I said, “I am Tom Tom, King of the Jungle Fairies and Elves. I have a new tribe. It’s small, but you could be part of it if you want to. I wish you would. I don’t want you to be eaten by a tiger.”
She said, “Well, if you want to rescue me, I suppose we can talk about it. But I do kind of like you, so be careful and don’t fall in the pit. And don’t put yourself out for my sake. But if you want to try, go ahead. If it turns out that I can’t be part of your tribe, you can just put me back and leave me for the tiger.”
I said, “I’m not going to leave you for the tiger. Um, but how will we know if you can be part of my tribe or not?”
She said, “Well, I assume that a king of jungle fairies mates with them, doesn’t he? If you like me enough to mate with me, and if I think you’re worthy, and if…well, there’s a lot of ifs, but we can talk about that if you get me rescued. If not, don’t worry about it.”
I said, “OK. I’ll get you out of that trap first. Any suggestions?”
She said, “Yeah. Don’t fall in the pit.”
I laughed and said, “Good tip. OK, hang on, don’t go anywhere.”
I looked up at the tree branch that held the rope. It extended over the path where I was standing. If I could move the rope in this direction, maybe I could get Sondra out of the net safely. I thought about swinging the net and hoping that she could jump to safety but that seemed too risky.
Making my way around the pit, I found that I could climb the trunk without too much trouble. The rope was tied about twenty feet up. Actually, it wasn’t tied to the branch; it was looped over the branch and tied to itself. If I could stand on the branch and lift up on the loop, I might be able to move it in the direction that I needed it to go. I couldn’t move it back toward the trunk though. About eight feet below the branch in question was another branch with small limbs sticking out. Any attempt to move the rope in the direction of the trunk would be stopped by the other branches. But those branches angled in the other direction. If they weren’t too long, I might be able to use them to my advantage. I thought that I had a plan and I was ready to try it.
I said, “Hey, I’m going to swing the net.”
She looked up and said, “Whatever. I don’t think it’s worth bothering with, but I can’t stop you.”
I climbed down and stood on the lower branch and then sat down straddling it. I started breaking off branches in the direction of the path, where I hoped to end up being able to get Sondra out of the net. When I had about three feet of small branches broken off, I took hold of the rope and stood up. I started pushing and pulling it, and after a few minutes I had the net swinging several feet in
each direction. At the end of one long swing, I pulled the rope toward myself, and as I had hoped, it stuck in the crotch of one of the broken limbs. It continued to swing, but it was now about two feet closer to safety.
The top of the rope was still in the same position and I needed it to move as well. I took one of my broken pieces of wood with me and climbed to the upper limb. There was nothing to hold onto up here, so I had to shimmy along the branch. It was now that I really missed having pants for the first time, straddling and scooting across the bark of the tree naked. When I got to the loop, it was too awkward and too heavy for me to push along the branch but that was why I had brought a stick with me. I pushed it through the loop, and put the end over the branch, and the next time the net swung in the right direction, I lifted the end of the stick. As I did, the loop slipped about six inches in the direction that I needed it to go. I repeated this over and over until the rope was hanging straight again. At that point, it would only move an inch at a time, so I climbed down to the lower branch again.
I repeated my procedure, getting the net to swing as far as I could and then hooking the rope as far along as I could get it to go.
I called down, “How’s it going down there?”
She said, “No tiger yet. The swinging is kind of nice. Are you ready to give up and move on?”
I said, “No. Are you ready to be rescued and start really living?”
She said, “The idea is starting to grow on me.”
I climbed back to the upper branch and went through the process of moving the loop a few inches at a time until I had the net another two feet in the direction of my goal. Then it was back down to the lower branch, break off more branches, stand up and swing the net, hook the rope on a protruding notch, climb back up, and move the loop. The hardest part of the procedure was scooting along the branches without pants or underwear.
The net was at the edge of the pit now, but I thought it would be better to move it at least one more time. So again, down to the lower branch, swing the net, climb back up, and move the loop. I had moved the net about eight feet now. That left it about two to three feet on the safe side of the pit beneath. That was enough. The next problem was getting the net open.
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