Pixie
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Chapter 30: Homecoming
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30: Homecoming - 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
Sunday, while Tracy was working the brunch and lunch shift at Swan’s, Katie and I drove out to my parents’ home and retrieved our two girls – Ashley and Catrice, who we’d started to call Cat more frequently.
During the drive, Katie asked me if I was ready to expand the family. I was enthusiastic in my reply: “Absolutely, yes. Are you ready? You just stop taking the pills, right?”
“Yes, but I think their effect takes a month or more to wear off, although there have been some one-day wonders based on my reading.”
“Do it, please. I’ve been waiting. I love you so, and having a child with you will be wonderful and an expression of our love for each other. I hope you know how much I love you. I’m so glad you’ve come back to us.”
Katie leaned over and kissed my cheek.
We had a nice visit plus some lunch with my parents. They were totally cognizant of our threesome and how it functioned – without the gory details regarding sex. They fully accepted that we had a loving polyamorous family, and even that we had other ‘close’ friends that we were intimate with. Together, those facts led to them stopping to ‘drop by’ unannounced. They always were worried about interrupting ‘something’ so always called ahead.
Tracy showed up at the house at five o’clock. I’d just finished mowing the lawn and doing a couple of other outside tasks. I thought that this might be the last of the mowing since we were getting into autumn at that point.
While the kids feasted on the Disney channel and played with each other, Katie and Tracy sat in the kitchen talking while I took a quick swim to clean up. I joined them and started learning many of the things we should have known about Tracy the day before.
Tracy was just twenty-one, a senior studying artificial intelligence in the computer science program at OSU, on a partial scholarship, carried a 3.8 GPA, had parents in Youngstown, and had spent previous summers working for a small company that was an ‘additive’ manufacturer. She was hot for high tech, and thus her choice of A.I. as a focus.
Tracy worked weekends, holidays, and when she could, at Swan’s and made much more on tips than she got paid. Occasionally, she’d work a special gathering there if it didn’t conflict with her classes. Swan’s was a popular place for birthday parties and such.
Learning about Tracy also meant that we told her more and more about us. Tracy was intrigued with our philosophy about relationships, and found she was agreeing more and more with the various tenets of non-exclusivity, non-possessiveness or ownership, consensual nonmonogamy, compersion, and so on. The whole idea of polyamory appealed to her.
We had an enlightening discussion about conditional and unconditional love. I applied it to Mel and her escapades in London and Berlin, pointing out that I could go nuclear on her or accept and love her, but tell her my concerns. Katie talked about how so many people would go bat-shit crazy and the pain it would cause all concerned, where there were so many other options.
Katie and I expanded about Mel, and how she needed to be a rebel and a contrarian in much of what she did from her sex life to her decorating work, which brought a lot of business to her from people looking to have their homes standout in some way.
Katie also talked about the software she and Mel had developed and hence the trip to Europe to see about its transportability to overseas decorators and markets. About all we really knew about those results from the trip were the brief texts that said things on that front were going exceptionally well. We’d know more by the end of the coming week.
Tracy asked about the software and was promised a demonstration sometime in the coming week. Katie was working on an update based on some bugs that users had found and that she’d fixed.
We shared about how Katie had ended up joining us and also that we were aiming to have some children together. There was brief mention of Joy and our early years together, and then bunch about my job with SPT managing properties all around the city.
We fed the children and talked with them. Tracy was quick to establish rapport with both of them, and even got their permission to help them get ready for bed and read them bedtime stories. Being younger than the other adults in the house, I think both Ashley and Cat figured that out and bonded with her.
After Tracy and the kids went upstairs together, Katie said to me, “Definitely a keeper. Good grief, she’s smart, looks like a model, is going to be rich with her A.I. background, fucks like a mink according to you, and loves children. Let’s not let her leave.”
I laughed. Tracy was appealing in each dimension that we’d seen so far. I speculated, “We, especially Mel, might be too wild for her. She also hasn’t returned the sapphic love that she’s had applied to her either.”
Katie laughed, ‘I have plans to resolve that question tonight. Mel, I think, will love Tracy and adjust to be sure she stays with us for a while. It’ll be hard to predict what Tracy will do after graduation, although she’s got me thinking about doing an A.I. version of the Decorating System.”
Tracy came back about forty-five minutes later. She was sweet and loving. “I hope it was okay, I kissed each of your girls goodnight. They seemed to like that.”
I hugged Tracy. “That’s better than okay. I’m very pleased that you felt comfortable doing that. It shows you operate on a basis of love rather than fear of doing something wrong. That’s good in our book.”
Tracy took a deep breath and said, “Last night I acted like a slut. I’d never asked to join up with someone but I guess the video I saw over your shoulders inspired me. I’ve never been that way before.”
Katie and I shrugged. She said, “Redefine ‘slut’ to be a good term for someone that openly embraces their sexuality and ability to have multiple relationships in an ethical and responsible way. As we talked about over cocktails, we’re not into exclusivity or monogamy; there are many valid and ethical forms of relationships and sexual behaviors, plus sometimes you just need to be a little bad ass.
“You opened yourself to the four of us last night, with little background and only your own expectations about how you hoped things would turn out. I hope we did well by you.”
Tracy swooned, “Oh, far better than I’d dreamed. I am suffering from New Relationship Energy with you, and also Gary and Mackenzie. I’m in love, and I don’t know whether that will fade or not. I also want to do much more of the same with you and them. I know its complex.”
“Sure. This is polyamory, and that has lots of emotional challenges for dealing with insecurities, fears, societal judgments, as well as time management to ensure that no one feels neglected.
“If you are interested, we would like you to consider being part of our group of lovers. Your presence will change what we mean by that, and how you may see that offer later. In the meantime, we hope you’ll come and explore with us. Just to confirm, we want to include lovemaking with and by you. You’re even welcome to live with us.”
Tracy stared at me and then Katie. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. She said, “Yes, please.”
Katie and I made love to and with Tracy that evening. She was like molding clay, taking every suggestion or idea as something she had to try. We impressed her that we needed honest communication from her about what we were doing.
Tracy liked eating pussy, fingering pussy, a little bit of play with her asshole, having two of us working on her simultaneously, eating Katie while I fucked her or vice versa, having fingers from both of us in her at the same time, and more. We could do no wrong, and she loved it.
The next day, when we were having our pre-dinner cocktails, Tracy said, “I’m fast becoming an insatiable sexual creature.”
I chuckled and said, “A unicorn – a beautiful young woman that loves sex and can’t get enough of it. My kind of person.” I went and kissed Tracy’s forehead.
Tracy asked Katie, “Does that describe you? Mel?”
“Yes and yes, especially Mel as you’ve seen from the videos we showed you. Further, Doug has relatives just like us down in Texas, including his sister, her family, and their friends.”
“Wow! I hope I get to meet them some day.”