Pixie
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 32: Berlin
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32: Berlin - 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
Mel looked at Katie and asked, “Do you want to hear about Berlin tonight, or should we all start fucking. Reliving my experiences in London has made me wildly horny for cock and pussy? How about we save Germany for tomorrow?”
That idea went over well. We were all horny.
Further, if I read Mel correctly, she needed to think about how to tell us about her exploits in Berlin. Something different happened in that city. There had been fewer photographs and only one video, again of Mel having sex with some men in a sex club of some kind. Those had been a little harder to interpret because of how they were framed for the camera.
I went over to Mel and carefully pulled up her top and tossed it on the coffee table. Next to us, Tracy was removing Katie’s clothes. I was sure I could smell the aroma of pussy in the room, and I didn’t think it was coming from only one of the women.
I had special kisses for Mel: first, because I wanted her to know that I loved her despite her wild adventures in the U.K.; and second, because I needed to win her mindshare back from all the studs that she fucked in Europe. I didn’t want her thinking of them when we were fucking – at least, all the time.
I got very oral with Mel, and then romanced her breasts just the way she’d taught me that turned her on. With just breast play and a finger lightly stroked her clit, she melted into an orgasm right in front of all of us. I helped her collapse onto our sofa. I then spread her legs and got my tongue working on her sodden pussy. Telling about her sex adventures had certainly turned on the spigot for her sex juices.
Mel teased, “Those guys in London had such long tongues and such large cocks. They exceeded my expectations and ... Oh, God, don’t stop.”
Katie and Tracy plopped down next to us, with Tracy going to town eating out Katie. For somebody that hadn’t had any significant sexual experiences until a week or so earlier, she sure picked up the action fast.
I went back to eating out my wife. I became aware of the two little men on my shoulders: one was Mr. It’s-All-Good, and the other Mr. It’s-Terrible.
Mr. Terrible got my attention. “God, you are a sad case. You’re eating the pussy of your cheating wife who had maybe twenty other cocks in her last week, and who knows what else she hasn’t told you yet. Yet, you stick your tongue and fingers right in there without a care in the world. You need to kick her to the curb and tell her...”
Mr. It’s-All-Good interrupted, “Don’t listen to him. You told your wife to have fun and she did. Meanwhile, you got to make love with Mackenzie and then you found another important friend in Tracy, and you gave yourselves to each other. That’s the kind of unconditional love that you want in your life. Love Mel and all of the women.”
I made both voices go away. “There’s nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” I muttered under my breath. I don’t think anybody heard me.
Mel said, “Fuck me. Make love to me. Reclaim me.”
I did. I plunged all my man meat into her body and stopped only when I was at full depth. Reason? Mel was having another orgasm. We went on from there until she had a few more as I interspersed cock with tongue and fingers on her G-spot, and then more fucking. Mel wound up for a ‘big one’ and I joined her.
After the last of my ejaculations and my kisses, I rolled aside and onto the plush rug between the coffee table and sofa. Before I could frame another thought out of my sex fog, I became aware that Tracy had abandoned eating Katie and had latched onto Mel’s pussy, collecting her excess juices and the fluids that I’d just deposited there.
This was all new to Tracy a week or so earlier, and she’d had opportunity to clean-up both Katie and Mackenzie from both Gary and me, but this was the first time that she had the opportunity to do anything like this with Mel.
Much to my surprise, I watched as Tracy collected a lot in her mouth and then moved up to snowball with Mel. I didn’t even know that she knew how to do that. Mel obviously liked that and instantly got in the spirit of the moment and swapped the crazy solution back and forth with her. Eventually, the pair were just kissing and making out as Tracy got to feel Mel’s gorgeous tits for the first time. I was certain that we’d turned our little waitress into a bisexual unicorn.
Mel showed me a joyous look and said, “Oh, you did really well in finding Tracy. Let’s keep her.”
Katie and I laughed, but nodded in agreement. Tracy looked pleased at what was now her total acceptance into the family.
We worked and in Tracy’s case had classes on Friday. At the end of the day, it was like were all awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus so we could get to the part of the evening where Mel would spill the beans about what salacious things happened when she went to Germany.
Both Mel and Katie were soaring around the house when I got home, especially over the alliances and cooperative marketing agreements that Mel and Brent had been able to negotiated on their trip. Europe was like wide-open virgin territory for anything like their software. Further, the new man Katie had hired to focus on customer service was doing great things about technical support, including involving a contract organization that he’d previously worked with to handle any overflow of calls. The business was really starting to fly.
Gary and Mackenzie joined us, giving a hero’s welcome to Mel for the successes on her trip. Of course, they were curious about all the sex. When the kids were out of earshot, she gave them a thumbnail summary of her London experience, and told them that her report out about Berlin would take place a little later.
The evening seemed to drag; we all wanted to get to the good stuff and also explore each other sexually. We had a cocktail at home and our group went out to dinner at a nearby sports bar. Ashley and Cat were into games on their iPads over dinner, and the rest of us appreciated each other. We found pleasure in having Tracy with us as a student, since her days were much different than the rest of us being on campus and in different study groups.
Tracy expressed a lot of interest in the design and decorating software. Katie had given her a brief demonstration, but that only seemed to whet her appetite for more. The women planned a deeper drill for Tracy over the weekend when she wasn’t working at Swans.
After dinner, we were back home and trying to hustle the children to bed and to sleep. That idea proved to be a lost cause. Both of them were becoming expert at ways to extend their bedtime: stories, snack, drinks, bathroom trips, need for special toys, and more. Finally, however, they were settled and falling asleep.
We assembled in the living room. I had Tracy and Mackenzie on either side of me on one of our sofas. Gary was opposite with Katie and Mel. I did note that before sitting down Mel brought in a large and lumpy manilla envelope. Katie noticed too, and gave me a questioning look, but all I could do was shrug. The envelope was obviously full of something that was going to be part of Mel’s story.
We all quieted and looked at Mel.
Mel started, “I hope you’ll all still love me after what I have to tell you.” She reached over and took the envelope and opened it. She dumped out ... a pile of money – large bills – hundreds, fifties, and twenties in American money. I saw a few Euros in the mix.
Mel said, “I got paid for doing something sexual. There’s about $7,000 there for three nights work – the nights I was in Berlin. Allow me to show you one night’s performance, although you saw a picture or two and a short video of it.”
Mel picked up the remote control for the television and turned it on, reducing the volume to a low level. She pulled out her cellphone and spent thirty seconds connecting the screens and then calling up apps or getting to a website. We were all watching her with baited breath.
The TV came alive with the face of her phone, and seconds later the inside scene in a nightclub with a preponderance of young men in it. They were rowdy, drinking beer, and screaming for no particular reason. Loud rock music was playing. Some couples or groups were dancing as the camera panned around the room. The place was a night club of some kind. The last scene in the pan, took in the round bed on a stage, that had been in the photo Mel had texted us from Berlin.
The camera went back to a cluster of men and Mel. An announcer was also speaking to the crowd in German, and I doubt that even if any of us understood the language that we could have made out what was said over the din of noise and music.
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