This is an episodic installment in the "Free Love Universe", a collection of short stories about recurring characters which are designed to be read in any order, unless otherwise numbered.
This episode, like all in the "Carnival" series, is best enjoyed in order within that subsequence.
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DAY 8 - WEDNESDAY
I woke up to the unmistakable feeling of a tongue on my dick. I had intense morning wood from needing to pee, which for a man creates the unique experience of an erection without arousal, though Leigh's sunrise affections were quickly filling that gap.
"Good morning to you, too," I said groggily, then rested my head back on my pillow.
"Just relax, baby," she said, then took my dick back in her mouth. The combination of her tongue and the back of her throat felt impossibly good, and I wiggled deeper into the sheets to get as comfortable as possible. I was now dealing with the conflicting sensations of badly needing to pee and sensing the earliest whispers of an orgasm. It was still over the horizon and out of sight, but I could hear its beating war drum echoing off the hills and trees, warning me of its eventuality.
"I would love to taste you again, too," I muttered.
Leigh was all too happy to accept that offer. She released my dick and crawled up toward my face, conveniently planting her pussy directly on my mouth. I drew my tongue heavily upward over her lips, tasting her mixture of natural flavors and some sweat from the warm night. It was tremendously convenient for me that the same moves I had perfected for years to help Megan cum were exactly what Leigh liked, which had to make me seem like some sort of god or savant of oral sex. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and body as I feasted, a mixture of holding her tight and teasingly tracing my fingers up and down her torso.
The absurdity of the moment was not lost on me. I, a lifelong monogamist in a committed relationship, had woken up this morning, for the first time in years, in the company of someone
other than Megan
. Most would tell you the sun supplied tropical Barbados with its heat, but I felt like taking some of the credit this week, because my girlfriend and I had met Kevin and Leigh only a week back and had tumbled face-first into a week of non-stop debauchery. Decidedly,
polyamorous
debauchery. For days, we'd shared a bedroom with them, Megan and I fucking alongside them, but never crossing the streams - in accordance with
Ghostbusters
lore. But then last night, Megan had stayed with Kevin; and Leigh with me. Leigh was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met - with a tall dancer's body, firm, small-to-medium breasts, and perfect mocha skin credited to her mixed Japanese and Black ancestry. Her hair was woven into waist-length microbraids, each intertwined with gold thread, that collectively hovered over twin dragon tattoos that covered her back on either side of her spine. At only the briefest glance it was clear that she was impossibly beautiful, but as I'd learned last night, she was also deeply sensual, comforting, and
loving.
Our blissful one-night exchange was set to end in a few hours over brunch, so I was happy we were immediately resuming the previous night's activities. I wanted to give her everything, so I snaked one of my hands under her ass until two fingers poked through between our respective lips. I wetted them in my mouth before sliding them into her vagina. My tongue and dick had each massaged her G-spot last night, and I was elated to add my fingers to that list this morning.
"Oh fuuu-uuu-uuuck, Liammmm!" she moaned.
Roger that, the fingers stay,
I mused. With my right arm tightly gripping her left thigh, my mouth and left hand went to work on her pussy. I beckoned her orgasm into existence with the summoning gesture of my fingers, coupled with constant action on her clit with my tongue. Leigh's wetness skyrocketed, her flavors kicked into overdrive, and she started to cum directly on my face. I licked her straight through it, firmly holding her thigh to prevent any escape. Her moans echoed about the room, like tumbling acrobats leaping off the walls.
"I want to fuck you," she eventually whispered, and I released her leg. Leigh slid backward down my body, elegantly guiding my missile into her. She rode me, slowly at first, then vigorously, with forceful backward thrusts of her whole body, then impressively, by keeping her whole body still except for her twerking waist. That last part felt the best, as my dick was constantly barraged by her inner walls from seemingly every angle all at once. I looked up at her bouncing tits, swaying microbraids, stunningly gorgeous face, and mocha skin - not quite as dark as either Megan or Kevin - and knew I was close. I clasped her ass to pull apart her cheeks. They were about as firm as Megan's, if only half the size. I reached my left hand around her right cheek and intently probed her asshole. It was well lubricated from her built up cum and I slid in up to my first knuckle without resistance. I swirled my pointer finger inside her, enjoying the soft sensations of the inside of her ass. My finger and dick also felt each other through her insides which did nothing to delay my orgasm.
"I'm going to cum!" I gasped shortly after, and Leigh simply leaned down to kiss me. Our lips held each other like ballroom dancers, delicately moving and reacting as a pair. Our tongues fought a slow motion saber duel, slashing and parrying in the open air. Our breaths were fully recycled, hers filling my lungs and mine hers. From it all, my cum exploded into her pussy, coating her inner surfaces as she continued to twerk on my dick. She rode me and rode me and rode me, long after I was done cumming, and long after I started to feel a blend of our fluids running down my balls. She never stopped kissing me, never pulled herself away at all.
Until she suddenly did. She straightened her legs, popping her hips into the air and separating our parts. My softening dick collapsed, but only for a second before Leigh took its entirety in her mouth like someone sucking barbeque sauce off their fingers. Only, when that finger is your dick, holy fuck does it feel good. Once that was clean, she moved lower, licking my balls, then my taint, then my asshole, to make sure no drop of the elixir we'd brewed together got away. She straightened herself on her knees, cupped her hands under her pussy, and collected any final drops for consumption.
Watching her, I realized I hadn't breathed for almost thirty seconds. "Do you know how hot that is?" I asked.
"I've been told," she said playfully.
She collapsed back down on the bed and rested her head on my chest. We took long, slow breaths together, and then I wondered what time it was. That pulled my mind forward to brunch and the un-swap, as I'd first called it, and then sharing stories with Megan after we returned.
"Do you think Kevin will care that I came inside you?" I asked Leigh.
"Not at all," she answered immediately.
"Really?"
"Absolutely," she said with total certainty. "He'll have been so busy with Megan that nothing we could have done would bother him."
We all knew our foursome was disease-free, so health wasn't the issue as much as
pregnancy.
Having an IUD, that wasn't much of a concern for Leigh. Megan, on the other hand, did not have an IUD, or was even on the pill, making it a real concern. But, as I thought about her cycle, I realized she'd been ovulating three or four days before we left for Barbados, which meant her next period was probably starting in a day or two. With her fertility that low, I wondered if she'd even followed her own rule.
I finally grabbed my phone to check the time - 8:30am. Brunch wasn't for another 90 minutes. "The balcony and pool are so nice in the morning. Want to have coffee out there?" I asked. Leigh nodded on my chest, so we got out of bed. I called down to the restaurant to order two lattes and then we waded, naked, into the pool. The water was cooler in the morning and I knew we probably wouldn't stay in for too long.
"I dare you to answer the door for the coffees naked," Leigh said as we were settling in on the submerged benches. My back was to the ocean as she straddled me again like the night before. Her bare pussy brushed the top of my dick and filled me with an overwhelming sense of intimacy. She planted soft kisses all over my face and neck - everywhere but my mouth.
"Answer naked?" I echoed in surprise.
"Yep, completely naked. And hard. I'll make sure you're
that,"
she said. One of her hands dipped below the surface and began playing. Her tickles felt delightful, but sadly for her quest, she was not exactly playing with a loaded gun.
"Are you always this dirty, or are you just getting me in trouble for the hell of it?" I asked.
"Always this dirty," she whispered into my ear.
