Pixie
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 13: Foursome
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Foursome - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
I fell over backwards onto the sofa in a near faint. I think I muttered something like, “Oh, shit!”
Mel had been standing in front of a chair, and she flopped down backwards without even looking. We looked at each other with a sudden feeling of doom.
We both looked at Mac as though we’d both been mortally wounded by what she’d just revealed. I had no idea of any relationship; that must be one of the best kept secrets on the planet.
Mackenzie immediately guessed the impact of what she’d just told us from our reactions. She spoke rapidly, “Please don’t hold that against me. I’m not Carson, and I don’t tell him much about my social life – vague generalities, if he even asks, which he rarely does.”
I again sat erect on the sofa, “But ... but ... he knows we’ve probably gone out ... and that I also live with Mel. I even kidded with him a couple of weeks ago about asking you out soon. What must he think? I must have moved to the top of his shit list?”
“No, no, no,” insisted Mac. She came and took my hands in hers. “I wouldn’t let that happen. I knew what was going on with you two before you asked me out; everybody in the company knows. I wanted to go out with you and even do everything we did. Doug, you’re so special and I could see that.”
I did my eye roll thing and then tried to think whether there was any graceful recovery as far as my job went. I really liked my new job.
Mac steered me next to Mel’s chair, knelt in front of me, and also took Mel’s hand. “There is nothing malicious going on between me and either of you, and Carson doesn’t care what I do socially. If I even thought there’d be a negative impact on you or on me, I would have turned down our first date. Carson’s not like that. If he thought about me dating you, he’d probably just laugh. He has a wicked sense of humor that doesn’t show up much in the office.”
I asked, “He’s your stepdad – for how long?”
“Since I was twelve when my original family fell apart. I stayed with my mom. She eventually married Carson, so he’s been my ‘step-dad’ for over ten years. I don’t think he ever really knew what to do with a teenage girl, so we weren’t exactly close. I think he would have spoiled me, but mom kept things level. I have two older step-sisters that he fathered, but they’re long married and have their own families over near Pittsburg.”
“But we had sex?” I blurted out, still worried about Carson coming after me with a shotgun.
Mackenzie smiled, “And I hope we can keep doing that. Not that I’m widely experienced, but you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. I wanted to date you and have lots of sex with you before you even asked me out. Why do you think I flirted so much with you over the past year? I was hoping you’d ask? I had expectations that you’ve already filled in fabulous ways.”
Mel said, “Expectations about Doug’s sexual performance? Why?”
Mac sat back on her haunches but kept holding our hands. “Duh! He had you and Joy, and the two of you were obviously hot women that were hot, content, sexy, and thus demanding of excellence on the lovemaking front. He was keeping the two of you that way. I just thought ... that I might ... catch the edge of that a little. He’s so nice.”
I muttered, “I’m right here, you know.”
“What would you like to have happen, Mackenzie?” Mel asked. “If you could make anything occur as far as Doug is concerned, what would it be?”
“That ... both of you would include me in your lives as a friend ... and lover.”
Mel said, “Are you really including me?”
Mac nodded, “I assumed that you and Joy were intimate and that intrigued me. You weren’t die-hard lesbians, because you were always gaga eyes over Doug, but you were also loving with each other. I’ve never been with another woman, but watching the two of you made me curious about what the three of you were like, especially when you made love to each other – like all-together. You gave me fantasies to think about.”
Mel glanced over at me. I shrugged. I liked Mackenzie and as much as we knew each other after a couple of dates and other conversations, I did think she’d be fun to hang out with – even with Mel. She was easy on the eyes and proved she could be a tiger in bed, a point I thought that Mel would also like. I gave a visible nod that Mel saw.
Mel smiled, “Then hang out with us ... and expect to be included in the romantic side of our relationship. There are some rules, however.”
“Rules?” Mac asked as she got up and then sat beside me on the sofa.
“Rules,” Mel said. “First, you have to be especially communicative. There are no hidden agendas or hidden feelings in this new relationship. Our agenda will be to love you. Your agenda is to love us. If you want something to happen, you have to state what that is. We’re not clairvoyant and can’t read your mind. We’ll do the same. If you don’t like something that’s going on, you have to say ‘no’ or ‘stop’. Tell us.”
I stepped in, “As we’ve talked last night, we will not be exclusive with you, nor do we expect you to be exclusive with us. We are not possessive of you and don’t want you to have expectations about ‘owning’ us. We’re free spirits ... and horny ones at that.”
After a silence, Mackenzie said, “I want to make love with the two of you. I’ll need your help a little about what to do to be a good partner in that way.”
I said, “And about Carson?”
“I have new friends – end of statement. He will never know the details. There’ll be nothing sordid going on that he’ll ever get wind of. I do hope there’ll be a lot of sex though. I’m ... well, I’m horny like ALL the time.”
Mel teased, “Then I think we should take this party to the bedroom for the next class.”
“Class?” asked Mackenzie.
Mel grinned, “Yeah. How to Eat Pussy 101. It’s a mandatory class for all students.”
Mackenzie took to our ‘group’ sex like a duck to water. She loved Mel’s pussy, and Mel really loved eating out her drippy pussy after we’d made love. Mac had never tasted cum before, so that quickly got remedied after I’d also shot off inside Mel and Mac returned the favor.
We destroyed Saturday afternoon with barrage after barrage of sexual activities. We rarely left the area atop our kind-size bed. I made use of the Tantric sex skills that I’d been learning, as well as put a lot of emphasis on foreplay and afterplay with my two lovers. By dinner time, Mackenzie was a total convert to group sex and a bisexual lifestyle. Moreover, she’d been fascinated to watch Mel and me fuck. She said it was the best porn show she’d ever seen, but also had many other descriptive phrases that were arousing and pleasing.
The three of us cleaned up a bit and went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner. The place was busy, but we got a booth. Over dinner, we probed about what Mackenzie was feeling after nearly four-hours of non-stop F-F-M sex. She was on an endorphin, oxytocin, and dopamine high. If we’d suggested having sex in the restaurant, she would instantly have been naked and on the table with her legs spread. She said, “I doubt that I’ve ever been more horny at any prior time in my life. You have my total attention on sex and doing more, more, more. I love you both so much, and am so grateful for you including me in your lives.”
Mel asked her, “So, since we broke down a few barriers and tested some others, what else would you like to see happen?” The question was obviously sexual in nature given the past twenty-four hours.
Mackenzie thought a minute and out of the clear blue said to Mel, “I’d like to see you make love to your friend Gary. I mean, I know you have outside liaisons with guys besides Doug, and I’m kind of his piece on the side, but I’d like to see what you do with your side piece.”
Mel looked at me. I shrugged, “I’d actually like to see that too, plus I’ve never met the mysterious Gary Benson. The last time I saw you with another guy was with Dan back in Massachusetts. I thought that was hot and arousing.”
Mel grinned “I could call him now and see what he’s doing. He was horny enough when we parted this morning that he may have lined up another hot date.”
I urged, “Do it. Invite him over, but tell him he’s part of the show.”
Mel thought about a minute and then shot off a text message to Gary. She got a nearly instantaneous reply and responded. “He’s already eaten and is on his way here. He lives nearby.”
Just as our dinners finally arrived, so did Gary. Mel did introductions and then got him seated next to her. Some long conversation occurred between the two of them in whispers that I couldn’t hear over the music piped into the restaurant. Mac and I talked in more normal tones, speculating about what Mel was telling him, even making up outlandish stories about fucking in the restaurant including on the counter by the salad bar. Gary kept nodding and his grin got wider and wider as he watched the two of us across the table.
As they finally broke out of their huddle, Gary said to all of us, “I hope you are highly communicative because I am. Just to put it out there, I’m not about breaking up anything going on – like engagements or other hot relationships. I want to go with the flow of what you’re doing for and with each other. If I start to do something out of what any of you think is unacceptable, you have to say something.”
I extended my fist across the table in a friendly gesture, and we bumped each other in a ‘bro’ manner. I wanted him to know I understood and agreed. Since Mel had already had several dates with him, she probably explained about our open relationship.
The next forty minutes as we ate, the conversations got more mundane and factual. We got to know Gary and he got to know Mackenzie and me. Previously, what he knew about me he could fit into two short sentences. He’d never met Mackenzie, but the two of them obviously liked each other by the end of dinner.
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