Pixie
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Chapter 46: New Partners and Real Estate
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 46: New Partners and Real Estate - 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 awoke the next morning feeling awash in love. I held in my arms a woman named Joyce and I’d climaxed with her four times the night before as we made love, although I’d given her four times that many orgasms. She was kissing my chest where her head lay. We then lay for a while just staring into each other’s eyes expressing our love.
She whispered, “I love you. Thank you for last night, and for all the nights we’ll have in the future. I loved fucking you. I loved making love with you.” We had done both several times.
“Joyce, I love you too. Words are inadequate to describe how enraptured I am with you right now.”
Beside us on the enlarged king-size bed my sister and ... David lay sleeping and probably fatigued from the exceptionally long lovemaking session that we’d had before we slept. They’d also been active with us the night before, and many times we’d traded partners back and forth. Joyce and David really liked watching Kara and me fuck, even getting close to our genitals so they study what was happening up close. The night had been a family event.
Kara loved me too, along with several other women. I loved them, and it wasn’t because I was indecisive. I just had learned that I could love more than one person at a time. We were a different breed of people from what you find on the street; we believed in polyamorous relationships and that’s how we lived.
Amazingly, I thought little about the incest that had taken place. My memories of my times with Kara and now Joyce, would be sweet, tender, and arousing. Even hours later, I could still taste each of them on my tongue. David and I had eaten a lot of pussy last night.
The bedroom door opened and my wife peeked in. She saw that some of us were awake, and so she came into the room. She was marvelously naked, and her breasts jiggled in an arousing manner as she crossed the room.
Mel went straight to Joyce, and spread her legs apart, exposing her sodden pussy to the world. A second later, she was almost gnawing away at the territory collecting the cum and pussy juice spread over and in that vagina. Kara had done some of that the night before, but I’d left another deposit there in the middle of the night. Fingers helped, but my Pixie had short fingers; she was a small woman – a Pixie.
My mother looked at me at first with a surprised and genuinely shocked expression. “Mel is ... oh, my God.” I knew exactly what my wife was doing. That was one of her favorite things to do – either giving or receiving. She was the most sexually-oriented person that I knew, and I thought that I was bad.
Joyce apparently opened up the spigot, because Mel made a gleeful sound and I became aware that she had tapped into the load of stored up cum inside her. She collected enough and then moved up and snowballed the wodge with Joyce. I suppose that was kinky. I had to explain to Joyce what was about to happen so that she didn’t reject the offering or do something even more startling. I wasn’t sure that she’d like it, but we’d see.
Joyce took the snowball with open curiosity, and then enthusiastically got into the whole idea of swapping back and forth with my wife. Suddenly, Kara was in the mix of arousing naked women passing around sexual fluids. David and I watched the three of them with interest. I was just about to warn him, but I was too late.
Joyce received the load, and then rolled across the bed to her husband. He was then the recipient of the slimy tablespoon or so of gelatinous mix. He was still so turned on by everything going on in St. Croix that he just accepted it and then passed it on to Kara, who prodded him with her need.
Mel looked very happy. “Time to get up – new day and new pervy things to do, I suppose.”
There were four master bedrooms in the villa: two at each end of the long hallway past the other bedrooms. Each had enlarged shower stalls that could easily take four or five people.
The five of us filled the shower in our master bath. I’m sure there was one of those continuous hot water systems feeding the shower, because we spent a long time in there getting each other especially clean. I’m sure everyone felt very loved too.
The day started to unfold like the few that we’d already had on the island. This was only our third week on the island. We enjoyed a light breakfast that a few of our crew fixed. Our cook, Analee, didn’t arrive until around eleven a.m. to serve lunch and prepare our dinners.
I was on my second cup of coffee when my cellphone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was Diana Minton, the property manager for the villa we were in and also a local real estate agent. St. Croix was small enough that if you were an agent, you were interested in every property on the island. We arranged for her to stop by in late morning.
Diana turned out to be a beautiful biracial woman about my age. She a relative short skirt, a silk blouse, wore CFMs, drove an aging Mercedes sedan that looked showroom new, and her overall look emphasized a superb and shapely set of tan legs, and the revelation that she wasn’t wearing a bra and was doubly blessed. Her brunette hair was done up in a French twist. This was our first meeting. Besides my swimsuit, I’d also slipped on a sport shirt. She looked like pure fire wrapped in some beautiful but dangerous tanned skin.
I led Diana through the house to the patio, briefly introducing to a few of the souls lounging around or working on various projects. She commented on the dress code that we’d adopted at the home, but with a smile. I explained that we were a group of libertine people – one and all.
I teased, “We always offer our visitors the freedom to join in if they desire. I certainly wouldn’t mind, for one.”
Diana stood beside the table I’d led her to, looked around at the others, and thought for a few seconds. Only a moment later, she draped her blouse over the back of the extra chair at the table. Yes, she had great breasts that were arousing me and making my tongue hard. Her areola was a deep dark brown, unlike any other woman present.
Ivy trooped by leading the three older children towards the beach. That apparently had become their favorite place for recess and play. Ivy gave me an alluring glance.
Diana said, “Your wife? Children?”
“Our nanny-tutor but also an intimate friend. Two of the children are mine. The third belongs to another... ‘wife’.” I thought I’d tease a bit.
“Another?”
“I kind of have a lot of them. A few are also married to other men. Legally, Mel is my wife, but de factor, all the women you see and I think that way. We’re non-exclusive, non-possessive, don’t get jealous, loving, romantic, and polyamorous.”
“Wow. Good to know. I can understand your requirement for privacy in a new home now. Let me show you what I have so far. One thing, there are not a lot of properties on the island that come close to your requirements. Beside this villa, I know all the homes – those for sale and those not, so I can speak with some knowledge. What you want is rare.
“Let’s start with this villa. The owners are a REIT formed by several couples from the Chicago area. If the place isn’t rented over the winter, as you have done, they show up to use the place for a few weeks. Yes, they’re interested in selling but they’re asking too much for it at $7.5 million. Here’s the spec sheet and a layout of the house on the acreage. Realistically, the place should sell in the low $6 million vicinity. It’s worth haggling, if you’re interested.
“Several things about homes here. You need a live-in property manager otherwise the places get stripped pretty quickly by thieves. It’s a chronic problem on all the islands in the chain. I know several people that would do that. Security systems here are kind of worthless since the police take so long to respond most of the time. It has to do with the ethos of the island.”
I asked, “What do you do? Where do you live?”
“I have a small condo in Frederiksted. I keep it small and uninteresting to looters. Don’t over think that issue. You just take steps to minimize the problem. It’s just part of the way of life on most of the Caribbean islands.”
“Does this place have a live-in?”
Diana grinned, “Yeah. Me, when it doesn’t have renters.”
“Oh, dear. You mean we displaced you for three months?”
“Oh, I don’t mind. It’s part of what I do. Just so you know, I’ve let it be widely known that I know martial arts and also that I have a concealed carry permit. I even post signs at the entrance that I shoot first and ask questions later. There are a few shooting ranges on the island, and I’ve made a show of going there and shooting. I’m good. Anybody thinking of messing around here quickly learns that I’m a good shot and not afraid of doing serious damage to intruders. We’ve never had a problem.”
“Nice to know. I’ll be standing right behind you.” We laughed.
She laughed and then got down to business. I found that hard to do with one of hottest pairs of tits staring me in the face.
“Quickly, here are some other properties.” Diana set up her laptop and then led me through a dozen other properties, but none as nice as our villa, without spending over $10 million on the property.
I looked through about sixty to eighty pictures and the spec sheets on each property, and also checked out Diana. She was stunning. Her natural dark skin gave her a lusty and very attractive appearance the rest of us could only aspire to.