Chapter 6: Mel’s Parents’ Home

Three hours later, as I came through airport security at Boston’s Logan Airport, a small, shrieking, bright yellow blur of pure love energy rushed through the airport and hurled herself into my arms, wrapping her lithe legs around my body as she screamed with happiness and extracted kiss after kiss from my willing mouth. My pixie!

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” Mel practically shouted into my ear as the onslaught of arriving passengers looked at our rather overt public display of affection with some amusement. Affection? Hell without a little restraint Mel might have raped me right there outside airport security.

Finally, the Pixie peeled herself from my body but latched onto my arm and clung on as though for dear life as we walked towards the exit to the parking garage. She chattered about how glad she was to see me, how her coming back to Boston was such a mistake when she loved Joy and me so much, and how all she could think about was being back with us at the end of July.

We fucked in the parking garage at the airport. Mel had parked her car as far away from the walkway and stairs as she could, in a remote corner on a nearly empty garage level. She pulled me into the back seat, but not before she’d stripped off the cutoffs she’d been wearing and yanked her tube top above her gorgeous breasts. I suddenly remembered why I’d made this trip.

We dispensed with foreplay. Mel pulled my cock from my pants and inhaled my rod, sucking mightily until I achieved the required hardness. This act took thirty seconds. Mel then straddled me and sank her warm pussy down my shaft, mewing in the process. I confess, the act felt wonderful to me too and I’d even made love that morning with Joy.

The Pixie knelt over me as I laid across the seat and she started to ride my cock with great eagerness for us both to climax. Her breasts were right in my face, so I leaned into her chest and tongued then sucked on one breast then the other, bringing her nipples to a highly aroused state. Mel kept moaning and telling me I hit all the right spots in her life and on her body every time we fucked. I also sucked just the way she loved too. She had many other descriptive comments about my perfection that I erroneously chalked up to her lack of involvement with other men around her home turf.

Our oscillations became almost violent. I sped my upward thrusts into her small body as she slammed downward into mine. I knew we’d both feel muscle pain afterwards but who cared.

Finally, I uttered my warning to her. She nodded her head aggressively in response and moaned that she was near too. Thirty seconds after that we exploded together, my jism jetting in shot after shot deep into her snug vagina. Mel shrieked and we heard the cry actually echo back through the concrete parking garage.

Mel would have collapsed on my chest except the narrow confines of the backseat prevented too much cuddling or after play. Instead, she showered me with kisses as I returned the favor.

“Oh, God I love you so,” she exclaimed. I think she used the ‘L’ word in every sentence, and probably at a rate of about one a second.

“Part of those kisses and that love came from Joy,” I smiled up at her between passionate kisses.

“I know. She called me this afternoon after she’d dropped you at the airport and urged me to fuck your brains out all weekend.”

“Will that be possible given that your parents are around?” I asked, skirting an issue we hadn’t talked about much.

“I think they’ll be pretty cool about our being together,” Mel told me. “I told them we’d be sleeping together. I got some raised eyebrows but acceptance. They know we’ve already had a very active sex life together, at least my mom knows. I told her all about ‘us’ including how the three of us make love together. She asked a lot of good questions. My dad thinks it’s too much information and wants plausible deniability or something like that. Let’s clean up and I’ll tell you more about our conversations as we drive home.”

Mel produced a box of Kleenex and we cleaned up from the sexual mess we’d made. We left a big wodge of cum soaked tissues in one of the trash cans. I’d not only produced a prolific amount of man juice for Mel, but also noticed we both carried the strong aroma of our quick fuck. I told her I hoped her parents wouldn’t notice. Mel waved her arms around inside the car as we redressed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, wondering what purpose the arm flapping was having.

“I’m spreading pixie dust around to cover up the odor of sex. It’ll all be gone by the time we have dinner and get back to the house.”

I rolled my eyes again yet thought how funny, creative, and loving the Pixie had become.

We stopped at Hooters for dinner on the way back to Mel’s home. It seemed ironic that the restaurant chain specializes in having good looking, busty waitresses, and here was Mel and her bazongas attracting all the attention as we walked through the place to our table.

I managed to clean up a little more in the men’s room, although I was sure I needed a shower. Mel didn’t seem to mind, however, I wanted to make a good impression on her parents again. The last time I’d seen them had been the previous Christmas holiday, and that seemed brief and we were at our best.

About an hour later, Mel led me into the house. Her parents came into the kitchen to welcome us and I politely greeted them. My heart sank when I saw her dad sniff the air, as though some unusual odor had permeated his nostrils. I tried to ignore his action. Mel announced she was taking me to ‘our bedroom’ so I again picked up my backpack and let her lead the way. No one said anything.

“Mel,” I whispered. “You’ve got to wash up. You smell like a sex factory.”

“I am a sex factory,” she said proudly as she again pushed her body against mine and looked up into my eyes begging for a kiss.

“But ... your dad ... I think he smelled you, or me, or both of us.”

She looked at me kind of funny, shrugged then sighed and went off to the guest bathroom. I heard the water running. I made a quick change of underwear madly sniffing my own briefs to see if I’d been the offending party. I couldn’t tell. I smelled Mel everywhere since I’d fingered and tasted her at the airport.

I waited for Mel to finish then we went back downstairs. We talked to her parents a bit then curled up in front of the TV and talked about the work Joy and I were doing. I went into a lot more detail than our phone calls.

Mel’s parents came in and bid us goodnight about ten o’clock. We listened to them trudge up the stairs. Before their last foot hit the top floor, Mel was foraging in my pants for my cock again.

“Mel!” I exclaimed in an excited whisper, “What if they come back down?”

“They won’t. They never do. Now lie back. I am going to fuck your brains out right here, right now. I’m also going to excite your libido a little with something I did last week and something else the week before that.”

Mel knelt on the sofa next to me and sucked on my cock as she moved her hand up and down the rigid shaft. In part because of her small size, I found I could reach her love nest and slip a finger or two under her cutoffs and rub her clit. Mel’s backend squirmed in pleasure as she fellated me.

I half turned towards her so I could use my other hand to pull up her tube top, exposing her beautiful breasts.

“Come and let me suck on these,” I suggested to Mel.

Mel stopped working on me and stood, pulled off her shorts, thong and top in record time, ending up totally nude. I’m the kind of guy that can take a hint like that; I lost my clothes only seconds behind her. Before Mel could resume her attention to me, I pushed her back on the sofa and dropped to the floor in front of her, putting her legs over my shoulders.

I availed Mel of my award-winning tongue and coupled in some creative use of fingers and nose as well. Mel soon started purring and making soft mewling and growling sounds in response to my attention to her mons, clitoris and vagina. As I assaulted her G-spot with two fingers, she put her head back and orgasmed, slamming her legs together around my head and hand as she climaxed. When I looked she was stifling her scream with a pillow over her face. I worried momentarily that my head would burst like a giant pimple, but then she eased up and my tension past.

“Oh, Wow!” Mel whispered to me. “You can do THAT to me anytime; anytime at all and anywhere too.”

“Maybe I will. Now what do you have to tell me that is supposed to excite me?” I pushed three fingers into her sopping pussy and twisted my hand, almost fisting her pussy in the process. The Pixie writhed beneath my fingering of her vagina and sighed.

Mel began, “Well, for starters, about three weeks ago, I ran into an old fuck buddy from school. We had a coke and he asked for a Saturday date. I accepted. We did dinner and then went to his place, where we fucked like bunnies for about six hours. I was missing you guys, and Ben was a good filler, but not you.”

I said, “Follow up dates?”

Mel said, “Not with Ben. He was headed to California. However, more happened. You know I’m very proud that I’m in this relationship with Joy and you?”

I nodded in agreement as Mel rose and faced me on the sofa. She straddled me and very slowly forced her pussy down the entire length of my shaft in one smooth move. When she was fully impaled she continued, “So I’ve shared that fact with a few of my friends here when they’ve asked about college boyfriends and how I’m doing and so on. In response, they’ve always asked more questions and often made some frank admissions about their own sex lives including their desire to be in their own threesome.”