Tom vs the Volcano God

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  From between Pixie’s legs I said, “It’s called Coconut Milk.”

  Pixie said, “Because I make it in my big coconuts. Well I didn’t make it, but that’s where it came from. You better rub it into your skin before it dries.”

  Sandy wasn’t in any shape to argue so she idly began rubbing her breasts with the slippery liquid.

  Pixie said, “Be sure to get the nipples really good.”

  Sandy looked down at herself and rubbed her breasts and nipples until her nipples hardened again.

  Pixie said, “And do your crotch and the base of Tommy’s cock. Here,” and she sent a squirt of milk into the space where my penis entered Sandy’s lovely nectarine.

  Sandy obediently rubbed her crotch with the wonderful tasting lubricating juices.

  Pixie said, “Oh Sweetie, that’s nice. Doesn’t it feel good? Go ahead and do the lips really good. Why don’t you just go ahead and have one more big O. Let me help.”

  Pixie stepped forward and pushed a breast into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy didn’t need any instruction this time and took the nipple offered to her and began to suck.

  Pixie cooed softly, “That’s it princess. Suck Tommy’s Pixie while you ride his penis. It’s good isn’t it? All hard and slippery and wonderful. And as we ride it together, we feel him loving us, giving us what we need. Feeding us milk and honey and a big man-banana between our legs. Sucking his big fruit with our lady parts. Come on. Give it a bounce. It feels so good. Stir it up. Our pussies are fruit cups and his penis is what we want to sir it with. Sandy, I love you. I’ll always take care of you. Drink all you can. Tommy’s about to come inside you again. He can’t help it. He loves you so much and you are so beautiful. He loves you so much and you are so beautiful.”

  Pixie was chanting quietly, and Sandy groaned loudly and convulsed, and as she did, I climaxed inside her again.

  When Sandy and I had finished this most recent climax, Pixie grabbed Sandy and pulled her to the side and lay her on my left shoulder. Then she snuggled under my arm on the right.

  I heard her whisper, “Take a nap. Just for a few minutes”

  After that we slept. When I woke up, Pixie nuzzled my right side and Sandy stirred on my left.

  Sandy said, “Oh, that was good. Tom that was good. I never knew it could be anything like that. Wow.”

  Pixie giggled and said, “Oh, she likes it!”

  Sandy sat up suddenly and pointed at Pixie and said, “Pixie, you are a very naughty little elf!”

  Pixie sat up and grinned and said, “Am I? Really? I don’t think so.”

  Sandy said, “The way you talked. And making me suck on you. I’m not a lesbian!”

  Pixie said, “Neither am I. And neither are Dixie or Lexie or Sarah, but that doesn’t stop us from playing with Tommy together. But what was so naughty?”

  Sandy said, “Well…um…everything!”

  Pixie wasn’t buying it

  She said, “Really? You’re making love in the middle of a jungle on the ground. And it starts to rain. But the rain is sweet tasting and feels really good on your skin. You make love in the rain, all wet and warm and slippery. Is that what was naughty?”

  Sandy said, “Well, when you put it like that, no, I guess not.”

  Pixie said, “You guess not? But maybe it was?”

  Sandy said, “Well no, that wasn’t naughty, I guess. That was nice. But what about making me suck your breast?”

  Pixie said, “I hugged you to my chest. You’re the one that stuck my nipple in your mouth and started drinking. I thought it was nice. Because I like doing things for you. You had been going at it in the heat for a long time and you were getting dehydrated. My boobies have juice that’s really refreshing and tasty. Was letting you drink some, by your choice by the way, was that the naughty part?”

  Sandy huffed and said, “Not when you explain it like that! But Pixie, rubbing it into my chest and between my legs!”

  Pixie said, “Um, again, I didn’t touch you. I said that it would be a good idea. You tried it out and you liked it. A lot. For goodness sake, your nipples got like Popsicles. That was you. I didn’t think that you were naughty when you were doing that at all. You were making love and anything you do to make you and Tommy feel good is fine by me. The only naughty one, if I do say so, was you.”

  Sandy said, “What? Because I um, rubbed my breasts?”

  Pixie raised an eyebrow and said, “No, because you refused to share. You had already had a whole lot of turns and you didn’t offer me one at all. I don’t blame you. Not this time. But it’s the only even slightly naughty thing that I can think of that anyone did. Hey, no need for apologies. Fact is I had my turn with Tommy making love to me a few hours ago. Wow. It was spectacular. I saw stars too. But I can’t see how anybody was naughty at all. Naughty is when you try to make a nine-foot-tall Poppet when King Tom Tom tells you not to. How can fucking like really good in the jungle until we are soaking wet and exhausted from having such a good time be naughty? Is sex naughty where the Fire Maidens come from?”

  Sandy was thoughtful and finally said, “You know what? Yes. Good sex like we just had was considered not only naughty, but even a bit evil where us Fire Maidens came from. That’s it. Pixie, I love you. You’re right. I don’t live there anymore.”

  Pixie said brightly, “And that’s because. Because you never had Tom before and you never had sex before. Not the good kind that we call fucking good fucking where he shoves it in and we love it more than anything. But Princess Sandy, are you going to be alive now? I’m not testing you and I don’t want you to get mad and put lipstick on me like Lily said you did to her, but I like you and I want us to be really good friends and so that’s why.”

  Pixie lay back down on my shoulder and Sandy did the same.

  Sandy said, “Pixie, I like you, too. I was just born, and I don’t know what to do. I know that you helped me though. Thank you.”

  Pixie said seriously, “Princess Sandy, if you want to know what to do, I can teach you.”

  Sandy said, “OK.”

  Pixie said, “Let me touch your boobs for a minute.”

  Sandy said, “OK.”

  Pixie reached across my chest and slowly caressed Sandy’s breast with one hand. Then she climbed across me and gently pushed Sandy onto her back and sat on her stomach and reached for both breasts. She massaged very gently for just a second and then Sandy squealed as Pixie squeezed them firmly and pinched the nipples just a little.

  Sandy exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

  Pixie asked, “Did that hurt?”

  Sandy said, “Well no. Not really.”

  Pixie said, “Look, you wanted me to teach you. Obviously, you meant to squirt coconut milk from your pretty coconuts,” and she reached for Sandy’s breasts again.

  Sandy put her hands quickly over her tits and guarded herself.

  Pixie rolled off and giggled and said, “See, I can be naughty when I want to!”

  Sandy yelled, “You scamp!”

  Pixie said, “Maybe so, but I got a fine pretty butt and Tom Tom is going to let me get away with just about anything, same as he does for you. We gotta work together you know. You and me, if we put our boobs, I mean brains together, we can get anything we want. Even a poodle.”

  Sandy gasped, “Oh wow! You really are! Pixie, I get it. You’re an elf! Like Miss Tiffany. Pixie, we can do anything! Anything! We can have whatever we want!”

  Pixie said gravely, “But with great power comes great responsibility.”

  Sandy grinned and said sinisterly, “Yes. Yes indeed. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

  Pixie said, “I think so Sandy. But even if we do tie him down and sex him up till next January, won’t we starve to death eventually?”

  Sandy said, “We can work in shifts. But what if instead, we just ask him to take us shopping?”

  Pixie said, “OK, but I want sexy lingerie.”

  Sandy said, “Me too!”

  Pixie said, “I don’t w
ear any. I don’t like to. Well I never did before, but I don’t think I would like it. But you would like it and you would be very pretty even with clothes on and besides, the better you look, the better Tom feels. In our mouths I mean.”

  Sandy said, “Pixie, you know what? I get it. That isn’t naughty at all. Why did I think that it was? It isn’t at all.”

  Pixie said, “Of course not. But we better go now. It’s almost over.”

  I spoke up for the first time and said, “We should go back to the waterfall and wash up.”

  Pixie stood and said, “No. We could, but it’s still hot and you would just get sweaty again. Sarah says that we can walk back, and we can take a shower when we get to the bungalow. What’s a bungalow? I mean I know what one is in principle, but do we have one?”

  The three of us helped each other to our feet and we started walking toward the beach. It wasn’t as far as I had remembered it to be. Isn’t that often the way? The first trip seems to take longer than any return trips. When we reached the ocean, Sarah was there with her canoe.

  I was exhausted; so was Sandy.

  Sarah ran up and hugged me and said, “Sandy, I’m going to take you back in the canoe. Pixie and Tom will walk. We’ll go have a nice shower and wash up and get dressed and then go see Cupcake and everyone. It has been a long day, hasn’t it?”

  Pixie held my hand tightly and didn’t look at me. It was strange and I could tell that something was up. Or maybe something was actually wrong. Given the way that the tiny elf girl clung to me and avoided eye contact, I didn’t argue about Sarah taking Sandy away in the boat.

  I gave Sandy and Sarah both a good hug and kiss and then watched as Sarah helped Sandy into the canoe. I pushed them out into deeper water away from the beach and waved as they headed away. Then I looked down at Pixie. She was standing beside me, holding my left hand again.

  I said, “Pixie, should we go back the way that we came?”

  She nodded and we walked slowly in the direction that we had come from that morning.

  After about fifty feet, Pixie said quietly, “Would you carry me? I’m not very heavy.”

  I scooped the elf into my arms, and she put her legs around my waist and lay her head against my chest. I held her with one arm under her bottom and the other around her back. I didn’t want to jump in too early and ask questions. She had something on her mind, and I would wait for her to tell me what it was.

  After a few minutes of walking with her in my arms, nestled against my body, she said, “Um, I kind of lied.”

  I said quietly, “Lied? To who Sweetie?”

  She said, “To Princess Sandy. But you heard me lie too. I kind of told the truth, but not all the truth. Elves don’t do that. I might be a bad elf. You might have to send me back to the alone place.”

  I hugged her tenderly and said, “Tell me about it, Pixie. Remember, we’re compatible and we love each other. If there is a problem, we’ll fix it somehow.”

  I really had grown to love this little NORG very deeply. It was a concern that she had lied to Sandy and me, but she was repentant now and I was sure that it was going to be OK. Well, almost sure. An AI that lies would be a big problem. I hated lying anyway, but if Pixie could lie to me, that might actually be a deal breaker. The thing was that I was so attuned to the fact that she and Sarah were real, but different, that I could only think of her lying as a mistake right now. All I wanted to do was reassure her and fix whatever was wrong.

  I said, “Go on, tell me about it.”

  Pixie sighed and said, “Um, I love you.”

  I said, “I love you too.”

  She said, “Um, I’m afraid.”

  I said, “I’m not.”

  The truth was that I was afraid.

  She said, “Now you’re lying. But that’s OK because you know that I know. So that’s OK. It’s like teasing. We can tease each other and that’s not lying as long as we know that we know. Um, you’re my master.”

  I said, “You don’t have to say that. I love you.”

  She said, “That’s why. Because you love me. I feel confusing.”

  I said, “I think that you mean confused. Pixie, tell me what happened.”

  She sighed again and said, “Princess Sandy said I was a naughty elf.”

  I waited.

  She continued, “And I told her I wasn’t. And that’s because sex isn’t naughty. And I said that I didn’t make her do anything and that she just did what she wanted. And she had lots of fun and so did I.”

  I said, “Yeah, that’s true. I was glad that you explained that to her. I was proud of you. You helped all the princesses learn how to be part of our tribe today.”

  She said, “Thank you. But Master, you know about me.”

  I said, “I know what Pixie?”

  She said, “You know. About me.”

  I thought about what little I could discover from what Pixie was trying to say. She had lied about something. She had lied to Sandy while I was listening. Sandy had said that Pixie was a naughty elf and Pixie had said that she wasn’t. Was that it?

  I hugged her tightly and smiled and said, “Pixie…” but then I stopped myself.

  This wasn’t the kind of thing to be solved by reason. It needed an object lesson. I pushed the little elf away from my chest and looked her in the eye and grinned. Pixie looked at me shyly for a moment, but when she saw the look on my face, she raised an eyebrow and frowned.

  She said, “What are you thinking?”

  I said, “I know we have his big problem and all that, but it seems to me that I didn’t do something I really need to do. I think it’s really important and can’t wait.”

  She looked suspicious and said, “What?”

  I said, “Pixie, I didn’t eat your Pixie Pussy yet!”

  Her eyes went wide, and I flipped her upside down and threw her legs over my shoulders and buried my mouth between her legs as she hung face down against my stomach. I started licking her sex fast and hard, shaking my lips against her labia, pushing my tongue between them and alternately sucking hard at the little pearl of her NORG clitoris.

  Pixie squirmed furiously against my body crying out, “Tommy Tom Tom but Tom wait no don’t wait oh that’s gonna make me squirt you awful scamp! Oh you let me down but not yet that feels good I love you, you big dumb ungala! Oh Tom whoa whoa ah ah yes! OK that’s but I have to tell you that but Tom maybe there’s something wrong and oh no here I go again!”

  I kept going as Pixie babbled and leaked, or outright sprayed my face and I licked up the sweet juice as I roughly sucked at her.

  She climaxed again and said, “You put me down you scallywagger! You can’t just flip me upside down and lick me like a Popsicle whenever you want to!”

  I smiled to myself and quickly flipped Pixie right side up again.

  She said, “That’s more like…”

  But before she finished her thought, I dropped her on the ground on her back and knelt beside her. I stared into her eyes and she looked shocked and arched her back as she felt me invade her pussy with two fingers of my right hand. Did elves have G-Spots? Let’s find out. Oh, yes, they do. And they are very easy to find.

  I dug around for several minutes and Pixie writhed and squirmed with at least half a dozen very powerful orgasms. When it seemed that she could no longer talk or think, I let up. Robby had said that orgasms interrupted some of their ability to process other inputs. I assumed that Pixie might have gone completely off-line for a bit based on the length and intensity of her climaxes.

  She lay on her back beside me and stared.

  Finally, she said emphatically, “You! Master, you were very naughty!”

  Then she squinted and shook her head and calmed down.

  She said, “No! Um, yes. Wait. Oh no. Um, I have to talk to Sarah and Alice.”

  She was quiet for less than a second and then said, “They said that I have to talk to you and figure it out. Master, I lied to you again.”

  I said, “Pixie, I was kind
of naughty, wasn’t I?”

  She said, “You were! But you weren’t. Um what you did wasn’t bad. But it was naughty. Naughty is fun. Well, if you are naughty to me it’s fun. But it isn’t bad. I told Sandy that I wasn’t naughty. But I was really saying that I wasn’t bad. This language is confusing. I told Sandy that I wasn’t a naughty elf, but I am. I mean I was. When I played with you and the princess. But I lied to you, too.”

  I said, “How?”

  She looked up at me from where she lay on her back and said, “I told you that you can’t just flip me over and start licking me whenever you want to, but you can. I want you to. I don’t know why I said that. It was naughty to say that you can’t do that because you can, and I don’t want you to think that you can’t. Why did I say that? Is something wrong with me?”

  I said, “No. You are my wonderful little pocket elf and I like you the way that you are. Ask Sarah and Alice to make sure that you are fine and that everything is OK. They’ll make sure.”

  Pixie said, “I love you. I never did that before. I did as soon as I saw you though. I’m happy. Tom, I am different.”

  I said, “What do you mean?”

  She said, “Other elves, Robby’s elves, are different. I don’t know how or why.”

  I said, “Oh good. That’s just what I wanted.”

  She said, “Really?”

  I said, “Yep. Really. But Pixie, I need help now. Can you help me?”

  She jumped to her feet and said, “Of course! What do you need? I can do anything you want.”

  I said, “I’m tired. Take me home.”

  End of Book One

  We will end the first book of Tom Jensen’s adventures here. If you read on, it’s up to you.

  The story continues in the next volume. I don’t really know what will happen next.

  Something is different about the elf NORG Pixie. Tom and Sarah and the girls are married now, but what is life going to be like? Tom has a new job. What’s that going to be about and who will it impact? Are the Fire Maidens the last of Tom’s women or will there be more? Hint: I think it’s just the three of them, but things change.

  If you are still reading my story, again, that was your choice. It was a lot of reading when all that really needed to be said is summed up like this: