***This story was inspired by a joke that was started on my thread. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to _Fallen_Angel_ for checking my p's and q's! Thanks a million.***
Richard the gnome was exhausted. It had been one busy day of guarding the lawn and Rich's hands were scarred and worn from the daily activity. His face was sticky with old sweat, and his pointed hat drooped down deflated with weariness. This was not a good way to make a living, and he longed for a day where he was promoted and relieved of his boring watch-guard job. He really didn't even understand why he had to guard lawns all day. The elders said it would help keep the land in balance and keep a steady flow of harmony through the world. Right now, Rich could have cared less about harmony. A hot bath was calling him name.
The heavy wooden door creaked as Richard pushed it open. A warm light greeted him and Rich jumped back startled. What was this? He did not leave the lights on when he left. Cautiously, Richard crept into his lair letting the warm light engulf him. Then, in a burst of gnomish fury, he darted through the foyer with his fists raised for battle expecting a rogue squirrel causing problems again.
Richard stopped in his tracks. A trio of beautiful human women sat before him. They were much bigger than Rich, and they had to kneel down to fit into Richard's home. However, they fit in comfortably since Richard's cavernous cave had such a high ceiling.
Richard stared at them in awe. Never before had he been in contact with humans, let alone such radiant beauties. The three women flirted by caressing each others soft exposed skin with delicate fingers. He could tell that none of them were wearing any undergarments, as Rich saw subtle hints of pretty pinks floating behind their white cotton dresses. The trio giggled a lot and sipped what smelled like bourbon from thimble-sized shot glasses, probably found in Rich's secret stash. They were a little tipsy, and very friendly with one another.
Richard the gnome was dumbfounded. He could feel his deflated gnome hat swell and grow until it was erect again.
"What matter of debauchery is this that I have stumbled into?" Rich wondered out loud. There was a stutter to his grunts for he was still excited and shocked by the situation. His eyes darted from cleavage to cleavage, letting his hungry eyes devour the delicious site.
"Little Richard Gnome," said the first woman, "I am Brianne Kalea, and I am the spirit of knowledge and literature."
"Little Richard Gnome," said the second woman, "I am Cammy, and I am the spirit of Savagery and animalistic instincts."
"Little Richard Gnome," said the third woman, "I referred to as M, and I am just A sexual deviant!"
Richard shivered again. He could feel a throb in the back of his neck and a drop of sweat roll down his brow. His lips quivered as he tried to speak again, but nothing came out.
"Don't worry, Richard gnome," Brianne whispered. "We are here as a reward for your hard work. The elder spirits of the land send us out to those who work hard and make sure no harm comes to lawns."
"We present a gift to those hard working gnomes by giving them a night that they will never forget," said Cammy.
There was a pause that seemed to last an eternity.
"You get to watch Brianne and I eat Cammy out!" giggled M. With that, M grabbed Cammy's dress at the neckline and yanked hard tearing the fabric down the center. Cammy pulled her shoulders back, freeing her perky breast and swollen pink nipples from their cotton restraints. Without hesitation, M cupped Cammy breast and her nipple disappear between a pair of scarlet lips.
"Gott in himmel!" gasped Richard, eyes wide and the throbbing sensation moving down to his groin. Instinctively, his small gnome hands unbuckled his tiny belt. His small gnome trousers dropped to the floor kicking up a little dust as they flopped down. Richard was working it commando that day, and his little gnome cock sprung free in the excitement.
Cammy's head was thrust back in pleasure. Her hand was on the back of M's head, encouraging her to suck harder on her nipple. M's obliged with sucks and swirls with a slinky tongue. In the meantime, she gently traced her hand around Cammy's thigh. With each circle M's ticklish fingertips made around her thigh, the more a wet and pink pussy was teased into joining the festivities. Cammy's pussy slowly slipped from it sleep, lips growing full and pink and ready.