Day 3

Again the light burns low as I write this. Both Sasha and Sophie lie in bed, with their new friend, Hannah, drenched with cum, both mine and theirs. I myself am also covered, but mainly in their sweet juices. Here I transcribe what has happened.

I awoke early, as I always do. Apparently, two naughty little girls had awoken earlier than I. Sasha and Sophie were tending to my rock hard cock, Sasha bobbing up and down on the shaft, and Sophie using her tongue to play with both my balls. Sophie, from her position, was first to notice that I was awake, and took full advantage. She climbed from her spot onto my chest, and we kissed, our tongues dancing. Sasha had stopped her blowjob to glare at us, and took her mouth off with a little sucking sound. "Hmph!" she said. "Why don't you have any decency!"

So I kissed her too, long and hard. Sophie, quite intelligent, again, beat Sasha to my cock, but this time, she used her pussy. Unfortunately, it was quite beaten up from yesterday's session, and quite tight, so she had trouble getting it in.

"Do you want to stop for now?" I asked, "Sasha can service me, and we can wait for tomorrow for you to recover." She shook her head no, but the pain in her eyes said yes.

Unfortunately, neither of us had any choice. Sasha, in a fit of girlish jealousy, exclaimed "You want his cock that bad? Fine! Have it!" and pushed Sophie down on me quickly, so that all of my shaft was rammed into her pussy within a few seconds. Sophie's eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to scream, but Sasha clamped a hand on top of Sophie's mouth, and said "No no no. You enjoy it." Here, Sasha and Sophie kissed, and their tongues furiously danced between their two mouths.

I slowly began to move again. Sasha noticed this, and her Oriental eyes narrowed. Apparently not having enough revenge yet, she took Sophie's ass and pumped it up and down, forcing Sophie's reddened pussy up and down my shaft, lubricated it with her cum.

I saw Sophie's eyes widen as her pussy was hurt even more. Not wanting to prolong her suffering, I quickly drew out, and glared at Sasha, who glared haughtily back. "Very well", I said, "since you seem so determined, you will get what you want." Here, Sasha looked triumphantly at Sophie, who lowered her head and allowed her long straight brown hair to cover her face and eyes. She probably was crying. I went to her and pressed my mouth to her ear, feeling her warmth, my arms wrapped around her child body. "Do not worry. I will see that you get some too."

Sasha looked at me suspiciously. "Hmph", she said. "I want to be on top, this time. I want to pleasure you, master". She said master quite possessively.

So we took the position she wanted. Sophie stood with her back to the wall, looking at us uncertainly through her curtain of brown hair. Sasha had mounted me, and was facing me, lowering her body slowly onto my shaft. Her black hair fell to my chest as she brought her face down to my body, and sensually ran her tongue down the middle of my chest. We began to move. My cock slid smoothly in and out of her tight pussy, thanks to Sophie's lubricant. I gestured for Sophie to come over, and sit on my face. From that position, I had a perfect view of her pussy and ass, and I loved it. Although she was red and most likely in pain, her pussy still dripped girl cum, and she looked at me expectantly from above, as if encouraging me.

I tongued her, gently at first. I did not want to cause her pain, so I carefully avoided the truly red spots, or very gently rubbed over them with my tongue. Soon however, I knew this wasn't enough, as Sophie was moving and trying to get my tongue to go further in her pussy. In the end, it was if I had a second cock. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy like my other fucked Sasha.

Sasha still seemed happy, as she was in a better position than Sophie. It was time to punish her, but not like Pliny. I would not kill my slaves for pleasure, nor hurt them badly if I could avoid it. As I fucked her, a plan formulated. Yesterday night I was denied anal sex. Today, I would not be.

With a movement I would not have though possible, I raised my head and arms (forcing my tongue further into Sophie's pussy), and, pulling Sasha forward and my cock back, I had my cock head at the entrance to her asshole. With her own force (and a bit of thrust from me, I must admit) she fully impaled her asshole upon my cock.

Her reaction was priceless. Her Asian eyes went as wide as they could go, her mouth fell open. She trembled, and nearly collapsed, but Sophie helped support her. Sophie had cum all over my face from my deepest tongue thrust, and now got off. I sat up with Sasha still on my cock (it was not the most comfortable, you understand), and held Sasha close. Her ass was different from her pussy; while her pussy was tight, wet, and inviting, her ass was soft, supple, but also wet (though not so much inviting!). Her arms wrapped around my body, and she shuddered as if trying not to sob. She brought her eyes to mine, and I could see that they were brimming with tears. "Why?" she asked softly, "why?"

We were in a very tight, very intimate embrace. We were as close as two humans to be, connected in every way except spirit. I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, her warmth. Vaguely, I noticed Sophie standing off to the side, looking at us enviously. I turned my attention back to Sasha.

I was almost instantly regretful as I looked into her beautiful face tensed with pain, her innocent eyes looking for an answer. "I am sorry," I said. "you were mistreating Sophie, and I'd like you both to be equal."

Sasha closed her eyes and brought her head down, and began to speak. "I am sorry too. I like Sophie, I love her, even. But when she took your cock away from me, I felt...denied. I felt that you did not love me anymore. Ever since Master came to me, I have decided I would only let Master love me, that you would be mine. Now, on this island, I can see that will not be true. But please, at least...say that you will always love me!" She threw herself onto me.

I pressed her head to my chest, and stroked her hair. "Yes, Sasha. I will always love you. No matter what happens, you will be mine." She looked up again. "I am sorry. Let me make it up to you. And you too" she said, looking at Sophie. She gave Sophie a naughty smile. "I hope you will still let me tongue you...you taste really good, you know." Sophie answered with a bright smile, almost like sunlight, that I had not thought she had in her.

Sasha began to move, using her ass to pleasure me. In the beginning, she grimaced as my hard cock widened her tight hole, digging her nails into me. I tried to stop her, but she shook her head and kept on going, widening her hole more and more, until, finally, we were able to move comfortably.

Throughout all this I had held my load. Not anymore. Her tight, warm asshole was too much for me, and I was soon shooting my seed deep into her. Noticing this, Sasha quickly brought her hand down to her pussy, and, with a few quick movements, brought her own pussy squirting. Satisfied, she collapsed on top of me, and we stayed like that until the sun was reasonably bright in the sky.

All three of us went to claim our metals and woods. We ended up with two metals and eighteen woods. We then went to eat, spending eight woods on a meal that would carry us to night.

During this time, we had quite the surprise.

Pliny met up with me while we were eating our food, and sitting on the grass. He held his redhead slave by the hand, and the redhead (Katy, if I recall correctly), clutched his hand tightly and fearfully, as if afraid that, when she let go, Hades himself would go after her.

Pliny sat next to me, and suddenly, noticed Sophie. Jumping up (with Katy still in tow) he made the three fingered sign of evil-warding. He pointed at Sophie. "How...how...how?" It pleased me to see him scared, when just yesterday he had been abusing Sophie.

I explained to him that Sophie was alive, and (only out of politeness), offered to give Sophie back. Pliny declined, afraid that Sophie was tainted by Hades. I sent a silent prayer up to Eros for letting me keep the brown-haired beauty, so shy and yet so passionate.

All five of us went down to the beach area to have a little fun. As a treat, Pliny went to his house and came out carrying a jar of sweet scented oil from an unknown source. He assured us, however, that there would be no ill effects. In fact, it apparently had curative properties and had helped Katy recover from her daily "treatment".

We lay down on the soft, fine sand. The grains were tiny, and laying there was more like laying on feathers. All of us took full advantage of Pliny's scented oil. Pliny took a handful, and, rubbing it into his hands and upper wrists, proceeded to brutally massage Katy. Within seconds, his fist was pumping in and out of her pussy, accompanied by Katy's grunts of pain.

I took a more gentle way. First, I took Sophie, who was so eager to go into the sapphire ocean to play. My oily hands ran over every crevice, every nook, every cranny of her soft body, being especially careful around her little pussy, which was still reddish (although less so). As soon as my hands left her body, she jumped up and ran toward the sea, laughing with uncharacteristic, childish delight. She nearly shrieked with pleasure as the blue water rushed over her glistening body, and I smiled as she pushed her way through the water to join a trio of playing girls.

I turned to Sasha next, who was already stretched out, laying on the stomach, and innocently smiling at me. "My turn?" she said cutely.

With her, I took even more care. I was as sensual as possible, twiddling her nipples as I went over them, opening her pussy lips as I passed those. I pushed and kneaded her soft flesh, and she groaned in pleasure.

When I finally finished, I think I must have gone over her body at least five times. She was glistening even more than Sophie, whose oil had, by now, washed away in the sea. Sasha sat up (she had been lying on her back as I ran my hands over her front), and slowly and deliberately stretched, pulling her breasts tight against her chest, which made the nipples much more prominent, and stretching her legs wide apart, giving the whole world a glance at her precious privates. "My turn." She said, smiling sensually.

I do not know how such a young girl learned such tricks. Her hands skimmed over my body, bringing relaxation wherever they touched, yet never staying in the same place for long. However, when she reached my penis, she took special care. Sasha first stroked it so that it was as hard as it could be, then carefully oiled the balls hanging below. She took special care, making sure the warm oil on her hands covered every bit. At the tip, she licked it a tiny bit, before covering that as well. Her hands were like magic, bringing me close to orgasm again and again, but never letting me hit. I closed my eyes and laid back, feeling sure that this was the Elysian Fields.

I did not know I had fallen asleep, nor for how long. I awoke to the feeling of my penis being jerked quickly, being given a professional handjob. Sasha's pussy was right above my face, and it was clear what she wanted me to do. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and began to stroke it back and forth. My hands soon joined in, pulling and playing with her pussy lips.

Soon after, her mouth went down on my cock. She slathered her spit all over it, and greedily sucked at it. Once, she even took the whole thing into her mouth and held it there, but soon came back up coughing. Our bodies pressed together, and both my tongue and my cock were buried in her. I found her clitoris and rubbed the sensitive thing, and was rewarded by moans of pleasure from her.

Near the end, we were both facefucking each other. Her head pumped up and down rapidly, as did my hips. Her pussy went down and up on my tongue and face, treating it as if it were a cock. When she came, a veritable tidal wave of girl juice poured out, and she sat up stiff, electrocuted by the orgasm that had hit her. She was oblivious to the fact that she was still stroking my softening penis, which had spurted its treasure all over her breasts and stomach.

I pushed her limp body off of me, catching her before she hit the sand too hard. Her hands found the cum on her body, and scooped it toward her mouth. I sat up and looked toward Pliny, who seemed to never run out of stamina, brutalizing Katy's pussy and asshole, usually in doggystyle. They were that way now, Pliny's shaft slamming into Katy's pussy over and over again, and Katy, barely well enough to moan.

Further out, closer to the sea but still on the white sand, I saw Sophie playing a game with her newfound trio of friends. They were attempting to shove sand up their pussies, to see whose pussy was deeper. As I watched, Sophie stood up unsteadily, and then, suddenly, her legs spasmed and a waterfall of the white sand poured out of her pussy. It created quite an impressive hill.

The rest of the afternoon was spent just as satisfyingly. Pliny left a bit after I got hard again, carrying a bruised Katy in his arms. Despite his brutal treatment of his girls, it looked like he cared for Katy, and that Katy cared for him. He was whispering to her, and she weakly raised one of her hands and stroked his cheek.

Sasha and I did not fuck again that afternoon. Instead, we kissed passionately, copiously, and sensually. Our hands found each others' genitals, and I fingered her as she stroked me. I stayed almost painfully hard the entire afternoon, but, before either of us could cum, Sasha would gently push me away, smiling. Whenever I asked why, she would say, "For later." And give me a playful wink.

When Sophie finally came back from her friends, she was covered in sand, girl cum, and who knew what else. She also looked like she had the time of her life. Laughing, Sasha and I took her and pushed her back into the sea, cleaning her, at least partly. Then, we went to the forum to eat.

We sat next to Pliny, knowing none of the others here. Pliny was cradling Katy, and slowly feeding her pieces of bread and fruit. I sent Sophie off to get food, and Sasha and I sat there, arms wrapped around each other, close as we could be. It was at these times where I loved Sasha the most, as I watched her sleek black hair fall carelessly over her shoulders as she turned her perfect face to catch the many sights of the night. The flames, just beginning to be lit, reflected in her eyes, as she almost academically noted the many lustful people who had not the decency to wait for food or privacy.

Sophie came running back with food, and we ate. Sasha and Sophie sat together and talked quietly, but happily, together, rekindling the friendship they had when they first met. I sat there, talking to no one, eating my food, alone for now, but still satisfied. I was contemplating many things (foremost among them being whether or not I could snake my hand to Sasha's pussy from this angle, and whether she would care), when Pliny turned to me, letting Katy's body drape over his legs, using them as a bed. "How do you do it, Theseus?" he asked, quite straightforwardly for such a weird remark. I was confused for a few seconds.

"How do I do what?" I asked honestly. He, seeing my honestly, accepted my question with grace. "How do you get them" he gestured at my two girls, "to love you so? How do you get them to compete for your cock? And, what's more, how are they so perfect? For Katy here, I have barely kept alive, out of humanity. She has cost more than all my other slaves combined. Yet, despite my attempts to keep her alive and win her heart, she has not responded, ever like your girls. Oh, she says she loves me. But I can tell she does not. She does not play with me as Sophie does with you, she gives me no sunlight smiles. I have tried, again and again, to impress Katy, to give her gifts, yet all she remains is a doll. I must have her love! I must have it! Advise me!"

The last few words were spoken with such force, and yet such sadness. Here was a man who, through some godly fault, had been made to love violence with his sex, and, through that love, unable to win his other love, the dainty little redhead Katy. I had to tread carefully, for he seemed unstable, liable to burst.

"Gently." I said. Then, fearing I had been too blunt, I took Sophie and Sasha, who had been giggling over some joke, and we moved away. As I looked back, I saw Pliny's bewildered eyes, as if he had no idea what the word meant. Then he looked to Katy, and, I hope, understood.

Halfway back to our marble house, Sophie tugged my arm and pointed away. Sasha did the same, pointing in the same direction. I asked them what they wanted, but they did not answer, merely smiled and pointed. So I followed, trusting them. We came upon the sparse trees before the wall that separated us from other areas, and, to my surprise, tied upon the tree, was a girl. Her hair was sheer golden, and her body was perfectly firm, if tiny. Her tits stuck out brazenly, and her pussy was pushed forward invitingly. She had a blindfold on, and her arms were tied behind the tree. I looked to Sophie.

"Ta-da!" she said, grinning. "Look! Sasha and I got you a present!" I looked to the blonde girl again, then at Sasha. "It's true, Master." She said, smiling as well. "I love Sophie, but I wanted more friends. And Hannah here is unbonded, and therefore free for the taking. Sophie found her at the beach, and we decided to get her with us!"

Hannah squirmed a bit, as if confirming this. I could stand it no longer. My cock, hard since the afternoon, needed relief. I stabbed it into her, savoring her soft, tight, wet pussy, shoving it in up to the hilt, without any use of my arms. I stood there like that, my cock buried into Hannah. Hannah was a lot more professional than she looked, because, in a few seconds, her pussy muscles started to move, giving me sex without either of us moving.

And so we fucked. It was difficult to change positions, so we didn't. I simply held her, we leaned on the tree, and we fucked. I pumped in and out, sweating despite the cooling temperature. She smelt like nature, berries and trees and grass and sweetness. Her smell drove me to feralness, and I took her like an animal. Soon enough, I blasted inside her, and took my cock out slowly, allowing every squirt to be fully inside her. After I left, the cum stayed in for a tiny bit, then flowed out slowly. Sasha and Sophie, who had been 69ing, came to the rescue, licking and drinking all the cum out of Hannah.

But it grows late. I will let you, reader, use your mind to imagine all that happened that night. I untied Hannah, and we walked with her all the way back to the house. I found she was a bold girl, who enjoyed pleasuring herself, and would need a lot of attention. I looked to Sasha, who nodded and winked at me, accepting Hannah as one of our own. Back at the house, we all lubricated each other, nearly using all the lubricant we had bought. My cock was long, hard and greased. All six of their back holes were oiled up well, and several were dripping.

Their mouths were open, begging me to use them. Even if I could write what happened, I hardly remember. We were a tangle of flesh, and, everything being used at once. My cock almost never was out in the open, and, when it was, it was only for a few seconds at a time. My fingers and mouth were busy as well, as I sent things into every hole they had. We had a grand time, and, at the end, we were all wet and panting hard. Imagine it, good reader, simply imagine it.

Now, allow me to finish with a counting of money...

Ah. Sophie still has it, or maybe she doesn't. Either ways, I do not know where it is, and, even if I did, I do not think I would be well enough to count.

Glory to Eros
Theseus