Dee whispered, “I just had a little orgasm. Crap, I feel it running down my legs. You stud.”
Pixie said, “I did too.”
Dee tried to turn her head and look behind her and said, “Who is that?”
Pixie said, “I’m Pixie,” and she stepped to where Dee could see her.
Dee said, “Wow! You’re gorgeous! And so small. Is Miss Tiffany really the same size you are?”
Pixie said, “Pretty much exactly. Princess Dixie, I’m your tribe. Tom Tom proved we can be compatible, so I’m your tribe now.”
I smiled and said, “Dixie, first I release your neck.”
I bent down and found the rope that held her down. It came up out of the sand and looped around her neck. When I tested it, it pulled right up. It was buried in the sand, but not attached to anything. Dee could have pulled it out and stood up whenever she wanted to.
She said, “Oh, that was unexpected. I thought it was staked down.”
I said, “We always think our chains are attached to something. They aren’t.”
I moved behind her to pull up the ropes at her ankles, assuming that they weren’t attached to anything either.
Dee looked over her shoulder and said, “Um, Tom, would you leave those there for now? Um, because of what I want to say to you. Um, I’m really horny already and I love you so much more now than I did even yesterday, so please, finally, would you just fuck me. Like this?”
Well, if that’s what she wanted. I lined up between Dee’s knees. She was truly ready, and there really was a little of her juice running down her thighs. Her inner labia weren’t parted, but they were visible.
She said, “Tom, I love you. My thighs are spread and bound open by my love. They will never be closed, because my heart is always open to you. No matter where we are or what we are doing, how I am dressed, or anything else, my ankles are forced apart to receive you as my body mimics my heart. Come to me and take me. I have been waiting like this for you my whole life.”
She squirmed and wiggled her butt, and I slid forward and entered her with no other foreplay desired by her at this moment. I slid in slowly, but easily. And no, there was no hymen to cause her any pain. She had indeed taken care of that yesterday in the shower, if not before at some point in her life.
She grunted and went stiff and said, “Oh, Tom! That feels good. Oh, that feels real good. I’m going to try not to scream, but you try not to torment me like you did last night. You have me over a log on the beach, with your cock buried in my tail, so Baby, bang a gong!”
I grabbed Dee’s hips and began thrusting in a slow rhythm. In and out, but deep and full. Dee had a luscious ass. I wasn’t surprised that she thought that this was a position that she would enjoy. It was like her body was built for it. I had rarely had rear-entry sex, but I had always wanted it more than I got. And this was why. It felt great, pushing hard into Dee’s backside, my pelvis and thighs and belly pressed against the warmth of her body. This position gave me more groin contact than anything I had ever experienced in any other way and the fact that Dee was enthusiastic and welcoming toward me was an enormous comfort and turn on. I wanted to make sure that she enjoyed this, and like I said about licking her pussy the night before, I definitely hoped to be invited back here over and over.
Dee was certainly enjoying it. She was climaxing and occasionally vocalizing, either wordless moans and grunts, or sometimes loud exclamations of encouragement for what I was doing. And I appreciated it. Wow, this was her first time having actual intercourse, and she was totally into it; and she wanted it in this position without me suggesting it. This boded well for future happiness. I liked it; she liked it. It was a good indication of tribal compatibility, to put it in Pixie’s terms.
Dee had already had several orgasms, and despite her attempts to be a bit quieter, she did get pretty loud and ended up screaming a few times.
Finally, she gasped, “Tom, stop. Wait. Um, I want you to do something for me. Pull out and come here.”
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I pulled out and moved to the other side of the log where Dee’s front lay across the hump, my penis stiff and nearly dripping with Dee’s juices.
She looked at me and said, “Oh, that looks yummy. Tom, there’s this thing I want. Buttercup and I talked, about sex and how I’d like fucking like this, and that’s what I want to say. See, Buttercup likes it this way too, and she told me this thing, and I want it. It’s just a saying, but it turns me on so much. So, I don’t know how you feel about this, but when Buttercup fucks like that, she calls it being fucking her ass, even though it is in her vagina. It’s from behind like that and it’s not anal, and if it’s OK with you, I don’t really want to even try anal if that’s OK, but when she talks about being having her ass fucked like this, just from behind like you were doing to me, it sounds so sexy to me. Do you understand what I mean?”
I said, “You’re saying that you really enjoy what we were doing, and you want to do that more, and that you aren’t asking for anal intercourse. And Dee, I mean Dixie, that’s great by me. I love what we’re doing too, but not actually, you know.”
Dee grinned and said, “Good. Then tell you what cowboy, I ain’t done yet, so for goodness sake, get behind me and fuck my ass!”
I smiled and got behind her and positioned myself again and shoved in to the hilt. Dee grunted and pushed her hands against the ground and threw her head back.
She said, “Yeah, like that. Ride it hard cowboy!”
I started thrusting harder and faster and Dee started cumming again.
She yelled, “Yeah, bang my drum Tom Tom. Hit me with your drum stick! Oh, that’s so good. Fuck me harder stud. Ride this pony all the way home.”
I wasn’t sure about what I was about to do, but I had read that for some women, because it increased blood flow in the buttocks, that some of them sort of enjoyed a bit of spanking. I didn’t want to hurt her at all, but if she wanted it, I could smack her bottom a little. It didn’t matter to me. I guessed it might be like a small bite, or a pinch of a nipple or something. It could be strong, but it didn’t have to be painful.
I said, “Um, Dix, do you want me to spank you a little bit.”
She went suddenly rigid and we both froze in place.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me and said, “I don’t know. Try it.”
She watched and I brought my hand back a little and smacked her butt cheek playfully. Dee closed her eyes and groaned, and I felt her vagina clench around my penis.
She took a breath and said, “Um, that might be nice. Um, Sweetie, I’m actually starting to get a little tired. Do you want to cum?”
I said, “I had a great time, but I’m maybe ready for a little rest too.”
We parted and I pulled up the ropes at Dee’s ankles and she turned over. She had been lying on a towel under her stomach, over the rough log. She spread it out and sat down and invited me to sit beside her.
She said, “Tom, that was amazing. That had to be the best first fuck in history. I’m so wet. Look at me. Oh, Pixie! I forgot about you. Hey, can I hug you?”
Pixie rushed into Dee’s arms and said, “All the time. You have nice boobs. I like hugs. I never did it before, but you feel good.”
They held each other for a minute, and I said, “Can I have a hug too?”
Pixie threw herself against my chest and said, “Silly Tom, you can have whatever you want.”
Dee laughed and said, “That’s true. Pixie, are you going to have sex with Tom, too? Was it OK that we just did it and you were here?”
Pixie said, “It was beautiful. I liked it. I could help if you want me to. You’re so pretty. I had sex already. It was fun. Tom, you can fuck my ass when you want to too. Just like Dixie. My ankles are all spread by my love brain too. Do you want to do it right now? You could.”
I said, “Um, Pixie, that’s nice, but I kind of need to rest a bit.”
She said, “Do you want to have a picnic?”
I said, “Um, is that a euphemism for sex with both of you or something like that?”
She said, “No, it’s juice and sandwiches.”
I said, “Oh, um, I didn’t eat yet. That would be nice. Where can we get that?”
Pixie said, “Right here!”
The little elf bent down got on her knees between my legs. I didn’t know what she was doing, but it surprised me. She lifted the beach towel where it hung over the log and pulled out a lunch bag and started opening it.
She said, “See, it’s magic. All good things come from between Tom’s legs. I’m teasing. It was under the log. Hey, first do the thing. Here!” and she fished in her shoulder bag and handed me a ring with a black pearl and a green one.
I smiled and took the ring and hid it in my hand and quickly knelt in front of Dee.
I held it out and said, “Dixie, Jungle Princess, will you wear my ring and be my tribal bride?”
Dee grinned and said, “Yes. But wait. Stand up.”
I got to my feet and Dee stood up. I backed up a few feet so that she had a little room, and she looked at me lovingly and knelt in front of me.
She said, “Tom, you are King of the Jungle Fairies, and I am one of them. Do with me as you wish.”
She bowed her head and held out her left hand and offered me her ring finger. I took her hand and put the ring on the tip of her finger.
I said, “Then, if you are my tribe, wear this ring as proof of our bond. I put it on your hand myself, and none may remove it. No man or even volcano god shall touch you, but only your King and no other,” and I pushed the ring onto her finger.
She said, “You have rescued me, and I have given myself to you. No man or monster touches my body or my heart because they are yours.”
She looked beautiful. Sitting on her knees, her breasts proudly jutting out from her chest, her face turned upward smiling at me with a look of pure love. I hadn’t actually relieved my own sexual tension at all yet this morning, and I was still a bit aroused, but as I looked at her, I felt turned on again, and my penis began to push up the little leather flap at my groin.
Dee noticed, but held up her hand and said sternly, “Command me!”
I wasn’t much of a command kind of guy, but I remembered how Dee had orgasmed spontaneously earlier when I told her that I was bigger than her tormentors and would deal with them harshly for what they had done to her. It was a game, and it turned her on. I hoped I could play it in a way that she enjoyed.
I said, “You are my tribal bride. Turn around and present yourself to my desire and for the pleasure of your Jungle Prince!”
Dee shuddered and immediately turned to face away from me and pushed her elbows to the sand and raised her butt in the air.
I said, “Stand and bend and put your hands on the log. I don’t feel like kneeling on the ground.”
Dee looked a little unsure of what to do, but then caught on and stood up and spread her legs and bent over and braced herself against the log. She was in front of me, bent at the waist, head down, and her sex glistening. I waited a few seconds before I moved at all, and Dee mewled and started shifting her weight from one foot to another in an attempt to feel something between her legs.
I said, “I like the look of that very much. A fine pussy flower growing in my garden, wet with dew, blossoming for me as I walk through my kingdom. I’ll taste its nectar and if it is sweet, I may pollinate the pretty thing. I wonder if there is nectar there.”
I stepped forward and without any other warning, put my right hand between Dee’s thighs and cupped her sex and rubbed it firmly. Dee groaned and held still while I rubbed her up and down and in circles, using all four fingers of my hand. I worked only on the outside for now. I wasn’t rough, but I was direct. There was no tickling, and there were no tentative brushes of finger tips. What there was, was my palm groping her boldly, rubbing up and down to get her wet and frantic. And it was working. Dee, like the others, was quick to climax when we made love, but I didn’t want her to do that yet. When I felt like she was about to begin her glorious convulsions, I backed off for a minute. She nearly came anyway, but I thumped her labia with my index finger to interrupt her before she could. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt at all, just enough to surprise her. She squeaked and put her head up a little but stopped.
And in that instant, I pushed into her. I grabbed Dee’s hips and forced myself deep. She was hot and wet. Then, for the first time, I fucked her hard. Yes, we had fucked intensely the last time, but this time, I focused on me, not her. I was ready for her to be ready for me, and I held her hips and began thrusting hard, rocking her, and very soon thereafter, slamming into her, over and over, driving myself against her ass and thighs. I took long strokes at first, pulling back and thrusting inward, my pace quickening each second. There was no holding Dee back now. She gave in to her lust and love and began screaming with each of her climaxes. She had no thought to keep at all quiet. Her orgasms built in her pussy and erupted up through her body and exploded out from her lungs.
After a few minutes, Dee started to lose her ability to hold herself up. I could have finished then, but I wanted to give her more. And I wanted to have more myself.
I said, “Pixie, spread the blanket on the sand.”
Pixie hurried to put the beach blanket that had been under Dee while she lay face down on the log out on the little sandy spot where we stood. When it was ready, I pulled out of Dee’s behind and grabbed her and spun her toward me. I put her arms around my neck and picked her up by her knees and turned toward the blanket. I dropped to my own knees, and tossed Dee onto her back, legs still stretched out on each side of my body. Driving into her again, I put my head to her breast and sucked at her nipple while I took up a new thrusting rhythm on her pelvis. Dee thrashed widely, overwhelmed by her previously unknown breast sensitivity. She seemed to be having as much stimulation from her breasts and nipples as from her vagina as I sucked at one and squeezed and pinched the other wonderfully large mammary.
Not much later, Dee was convulsing continuously, her eyes closed, her hand lying limply beside her head and her legs splayed to my sides.
I said, “Dee, look at me!”
She didn’t respond, so I repeated more forcefully, “Dixie, look at me!”
Dee opened her eyes and stared into my face blankly.
I said, “This is my garden. Your body is where I plant my seeds.”
Her eyes went wide, and I planted my semen between the little lips of her pussy for the first time. Dee grabbed my body and crushed me against herself as she felt me flood her feminine flower. And she screamed in orgasm one more time.
When I was done, I rolled over onto my back and looked at the sky.
I said, “Pixie, come here and clean me up.”
I didn’t know quite what had gotten into me. I had never done anything like this before. I really wanted to tell Dee to suck on me, but somehow, I didn’t dare. She might have done it, but I didn’t know what she would think of being told to, even if she complied. My hope was actually that if Dee saw pixie do it that she my get interested in trying it herself. Pixie knelt between my legs and bent forward and took me in her mouth.
I said, “Oh, Pixie, that feels really good. Dee, look at what Pixie is doing.”
Dee raised her head and looked at Pixie holding my shaft with the head between her lips. She didn’t deep throat me the way that she had before. I think that she understood that I wanted Dee to have a chance to take part if she would. Sure enough, Dee sat up and watched Pixie. Pixie made some encouraging noises, and then with a look at Dee, she pushed her face all the way down to my balls. She pulled back and popped off and smiled.
She said, “Dixie, I’m sorry. That should be your turn. I got to do it before.”
Pixie moved out of the way and continued, “I really like it, but since you are the princess, you can do it. I bet you did that a lot and like it already. I had an orgasm, just because it feels so good. You can teach me to do it even be
tter.”
Dee scooted forward and bent over and said, “I could try it I guess.”
Pixie said, “Of course. We’re going to do it a lot. Tribal Brides get to suck the man-banana all they want to. And we have to do it because.”
It was clear to me that Pixie was coaching Dee now, trying to get her to enjoy this. As Dee bent over me and took me in her hand, her rear was close to my shoulders, and I ran my hand up her thigh and held it near her crotch. When Dee bent down and tasted the tip of my cock, I began playing very tenderly with her sex, kissing it again with my fingers. Dee was encouraged by the sensations and started licking and then sucking me in earnest. It wasn’t long before she was going at it with enthusiasm.
I heard a scraping sound and looked to see what it was. A canoe was pulling up to the beach near us, and Sarah, naked except for a little belt like Pixie’s, stepped out.
I said, “Sarah, hello!”
Dee looked up and stopped sucking me, seemingly embarrassed to be caught at what she was doing.
Sarah smiled and said, “Dixie, you look so pretty. Isn’t it fun? I did that before, and I liked it a lot. Are you ready to go?”
I said, “Go? What do you mean?”
Pixie said, “Princess Dixie has been rescued and Princess Sarah will take her away to the tribal village so that you can continue your quest. We can’t let anyone be late.”
Dee was still on her knees, bent over my groin, and I was still teasing her pussy, but Sarah pulled her to her feet and said, “Come on. You’re safe now. Kiss Tom Tom and bless him and send him to rescue our sisters.”
Dee stood up but then lay back down directly on top of me and kissed me deeply.
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