Day 4

I have been here four days, and, yet, this island has still more wonders to reveal to me. Still, today was not the best of days, but we are alive and happy, so we are good.

The first thing I noticed when I awoke this morning was the noticeable lack of a body. I usually sleep on one side of the bed, being that the girls tend to huddle together, and end up in the middle of three, my arms around them, my cock hard. Yet this time, as I hugged the warm, sleeping bodies near, I noticed that there were only two.

I sat up with a start. Who was missing? I wondered. Looking at the girls in the soft, gray morning light, I discovered that Sophie was gone. I admit, I panicked. I was afraid that Pliny had somehow gotten to her, and finished what he had started. I was afraid perhaps she ran away from me, because she did not feel cared about. I was afraid someone had taken her, and took her to a place that does not deserve mention.

My fears were soon put away. Sasha, being the observant little girl she was, noticed I was looking around. She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes with her hands. "What're you looking for?" she mumbled in a sleep-ridden tone. "Sophie!" I nearly shouted at her, "Where'd Sophie go?"

Sasha stared at me for a moment, then her she brushed the last strands of sleep from her eyes. She started to giggle. It was not an insane giggle, but my mind does not work well in the mornings, so I may have translated it that way. "Where is she!?" I asked, taking Sasha by the shoulders and shaking her. "Where?!"

Sasha, still giggling, somehow managed to work her hand onto my chest. "Oh silly. She just went to claim our tokens, and to get permission so that we may go to the exercise area today."

She was still smothering laughter as I gently set her back on the bed, her hair and body spread like an angel. Then, something she said hit me. "The exercise area? Where is that?"

"It is an area between the others, a sort of neutral ground where those of all sexes and all lusts may have fun. It has some wrestling circles, a shotput, a track... Oh it's great fun!"

she exclaimed. I sat back, thinking upon this. Next to me, Hannah stirred but did not get up.

Sasha stared at me, and it took me a few moments (as I have said, my head is not the best in the morning) to see what she was staring at. My cock, rock hard, pointed at the heavens. With all the worrying I had done this morning, I had nearly forgot my lust. Nearly.

Sasha first came in with her mouth. She had attempted to accommodate the whole thing before, and sometimes succeeded, and sometimes not. Today, she succeeded, getting my whole cock down her throat without even using her hands. Linking her hands behind her back, she sat like that for a little while, before spluttering and getting off.

Sasha is a most amazing little Oriental beauty. Most girls spit on a cock to lubricate it. Sasha had another, more novel method. Sticking four fingers in her pussy at a time, she took them, and used her pussy juice as lubricant for my stiff cock. This, combined with her licking and sucking, formed a slick liquid perfect for forcing my cock up her hole.

I was mad with lust, I admit it. I had no control over myself, and feel a bit regretful (although Sasha has forgiven me). I do not no when it happened, only that, one moment, Sasha was sucking my cock like no other girl could, then the next, I had pushed her back onto the bed, and she lay, legs wide open, arms wide open, accepting me in. The only thing I felt, smelled, saw, tasted, and heard was Sasha.

My hands roamed around her soft body, caressing her tiny, hard nipples and her yielding clit. My fingers found their way into her mouth where she sucked them as if she was much younger, except she sucked with obvious, suppressed lust. I felt the curves of her buttocks, her arms, her legs. My cock rubbed against her little slit, raging to be let in. I smelled her girlish scent, flowery, clean, and primal. It drove my sex-crazed brain nearly off the edge. I saw her as a whole. I ate up her body with my eyes, especially remembering how my lust was reflected in her eyes, how her body subtly pressed against mine, so I felt no difference, but saw it. My tongue danced around her body, touching at only her most sensitive parts, each touch causing her to moan with undisguised lust. I tasted her purity, her sexiness, in some unexplainable way. And I heard. I heard every sound she made, her little gasps every time I touched her, her slow moans when I teased her to the edge.

Especially when I plunged into her. It felt exquisite, her soft pussy molding around my cock to fit like a glove. I lunged down and kissed her, our tongues dancing in such away so that we could nearly not tell the difference. Our faces close together, I heard the begging sounds we made, begging me to go faster, to go harder, to go deeper. And I did. At first, I shoved my cock straight in, then very nearly pulled it out, before thrusting again. Near the end, I had my cock buried up to the hilt, moving in and out only a little, but very rapidly.

Unfortunately, it was then, when I was deepest inside her, when I felt most connected to her primal side, the girl in heat, where she began to beg me to stop. According to Hannah, who stood in a corner, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, Sasha was begging me to stop, that I was too big, that I was tearing her open. Apparently I paid no attention to these cries, and even perhaps mistaking them for cries of lust, I went harder. When I finally finished, I was as deep as I could go, and had broken new areas of Sasha's body that even she didn't know existed. My cock shot great spurts of cum deep into her, so deep it seemed as if they would never come out.

I was cooling off then, my brain coming down from its fiery hot, lustful state. I noticed something was wrong as soon as I saw the tears streaming down Sasha's face, from those perfect, brown eyes that I had so fallen for. I felt her little shivers as she sobbed. Startled, I took my cock out of her pussy, and hugged her close, asking what was wrong.

She could not speak, but Hannah did. Hannah's voice was soft, scared, yet like silk, in that it comforted, wrapped around you like a delicate cloth. "You were...like a beast. Sasha asked you to stop, but you kept going. You..." Hannah turned away, as if at a loss for words. I looked to Sasha again, feeling terrible. "I'm...so sorry." I whispered in her ear, as if that would help somehow, as if that would cure her pains. "I...loved you too much. Please forgive me."

And here, Sasha began to howl again, and threw her arms around my waist. I nearly swatted her down, afraid that I had said the wrong thing, that she had gone berserk. But no. Slowly, the racking sobs receded, slowly, her face, beautiful when crying, took on the impish features I had grown to know and love. She leaned close to my ear. "I forgive you." she whispered. "And... I loved you too." Here she began to weep softly, and I may have as well, but we were interrupted. "Well then." a voice said. We looked up and saw Sophie. Her speech was as dry as the desert. "Looks like I missed something."

She was carrying our food and our money, and gave us the food. But when I asked for the money, she declined, saying that since "Sasha has you, I might as well have something", tastefully neglecting to mention Hannah.

We ate like a family, except for Hannah, who sat there, breaking her bread and fruit into small pieces, then nibbling it as if she was a mouse. We tried to talk to her, but she would look down to her pussy as if the secrets were hidden there (as they very well may have been!).

Eventually, we gave up. We went out without her, as she was afraid to go out. Sophie handed us our tickets, little bronze plaques with writing on them. As we got closer to a wall, I noticed that the walls did not extend to the sea as I thought they did, but rather, stopped at the sandy beach. Here, there was a guard, male, and totally nude, holding a rather dangerous looking spear. Still, he smiled amicably as we walked closer, and bid us a "Good day" as we presented him with our tickets and walked through the gap between wall and sea.

The "exercise area" was bigger than I expected. In the center, there was a huge dirt track, which, in the center of that, carried smaller dirt circles surrounded by a sea of grass.

Outside the track, there lay larger dirt circles as well as racks of wooden weapons. I soon realized that the inner circles were for wrestling, the outer ones, for sparring, and the track for-well, what is a track used for? Sasha seemed to have spotted a figure on one of the wrestling rings that drew her interest, so she dragged me over there. Sophie had been eying the weapons, so we let her go there.

Although this was supposedly an area used by all facets of the island, I did not see any grown women, or any men who appeared to be homosexual. Still, it is hard to judge by looks.

I got a better view of the figure that Sasha had dragged me over to see. It was a girl, about Sasha's age. She had brown skin, dark brown hair, and very gypsy eyes. She was built a bit bigger than I liked, with barely showing muscles under her soft, sexy exterior. As we went closer, Sasha changed, from the skippy, bright girl she was this morning, to a more wary, catlike girl. She closed up, and stopped talking to me.

When we finally got there, the gypsy girl looked boredly over to us from where she had looked boredly somewhere else. She gave no hint of surprise. It appeared she had no master, or that her master was somewhere else. "Sasha", she said lazily, a snake to its prey. "Edith", Sasha growled through clenched teeth, a barely suppressed rage. "A challenge?" Edith asked, obviously a girl of few words. "Yes", Sasha said, her eyes flaming. They entered the ring together, on opposite sides.

The ring was relatively small, but large enough so that both girls could circle each other. Both were crouching, views that (inadvertently) allowed me a beautiful views of their pussies.

They began to talk. "So" said Edith, "you're bound now? Pah, that just softens you up. You were never a good fighter, and this is bound to make you weaker!" Edith feinted a lunge. Sasha flinched, but responded, "So? At least I have someone who wants me, who loves me! You're all alo- " She never finished.

Edith lunged into Sasha and they both fell to the ground. From the start, I could see that Sasha would lose. Edith was a lot bigger, and Sasha had to squirm out of multiple holds to keep from being squished. They thrashed, arms and legs intertwining, hair flying all over, hands grabbing at nipples, breasts, arms, butts, anywhere they could get. It was not a clean fight.

Both girls let out high shrieks when a kick or a punch found its mark, whether in the pussy, in the breast, or somewhere else. Eventually, Sasha was pinned. Edith was lying on top of her, pinning her down, and Sasha had ran out of steam. She could only lie there as Edith laughed. "So, even now, you can hardly last a minute! Pathetic!" Edith spat in Sasha's face. "At least I could provide my master with more fun, more strength! What can you provide! Pah!" And here, I was surprised at what she did. Edith stood, towering over Sasha. She then aimed her pussy at Sasha's face, and began to urinate! She sprayed her foul urine all over my Sasha's face! It lasted for too long, much too long. After Edith finished, she laughed, and scooped some of the yellow liquid into Sasha's mouth. "Hmph! Serves you right, you whore!" She then stood up and began walking away.

I rushed over to Sasha, who was trying hard not to cry. I felt sad and angry. Here was the most beautiful girl in the world, broken, demeaned, crying. Ignoring Edith's foul brew, I kissed Sasha on the mouth, and picked her up and rubbed her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. After I had gotten her calmed down, I looked to see where Edith had gone. She was standing near another ring, looking bored but supremely confident. I saw red.

Standing up, I walked, nearly stomped, over to Edith. She obviously noticed me, and looked, with lust, upon my member. "And who might you b- " she attempted to start seductively. I didn't give her a chance. Only remembering what happened to my poor girl Sasha, I slapped her full on in the face.

In the fight between Sasha and Edith, I had overestimated Edith. Sure she had seemed powerful in the ring, and had overpowered Sasha easily. Sure, she was strong, for a girl her age. But I was years older, a man, and my muscles were well developed from all the exertion that Sasha, Sophie, and now, Hannah offered me. Edith dropped like a rock, and, I hoped, blacked out for a few seconds. As she was getting up, I grabbed her by the head, taking her hair and twisting it between my fingers. I yanked her head up, so hard, that, for a moment, I was afraid that I might have broken her neck. But no.

I held her like that, and knelt down to Edith's level. I stared into her frightened eyes, savored her quick, panting breath. I stood up again, holding her head at my cock's level. I took a deep breath, and began to speak. "Open your mouth." I said in what I hoped was a reasonably gentle voice. Edith shook her head, her gypsy eyes wide. I slapped her. Calmly.

The next time I told her to open her mouth, she did. "Now, I think you know what I'm going to do. If you choose to, shall we say, use teeth, then I might be inclined to twist your head further than it can go. Are we clear?" Despite my fingers in her hair, Edith nodded twice. "Now," I growled, "Sasha can do this. Can you?"

I shoved my cock deep into her throat, way deeper than it should go on a first try. Still, it isn't as if she took it all, like Sasha or Sophie could do. I felt my cock rubbing against her tongue and the top of her mouth, felt it hit the back of her throat, felt the tiny pulse as the gag reflex activated. Still, I held it there for a while, relishing her tongue and mouth tight around my cock. I wasn't as sadistic as Pliny, however, so when Edith started to shake, I took my cock out fast, and let go of her hair, letting her crumple down and dry retch. As soon as she finished, I took her by the hair again, and shoved my cock in her mouth, again. This time, it went in a bit deeper, perhaps compliments of her quick learning skills. However, it still wasn't deep enough. So I held her there a while, and let her retch again.

We repeated the cycle several times, perhaps for an hour or so. Sasha recovered enough to clean her face at a pump and sit down to watch. Before then, I had felt no stimulation. Not only was this deepthroating lacking much movement, but I felt little sexual desire toward Edith, and only the thought of revenge kept my cock hard and my mind working.

When Sasha sat down near us, I looked to her. She looked to me as well, her body smooth and perfect in the sun, her hair falling perfectly to her shoulders and down her back. Although she sat in such a way that her pussy was in full view, it was almost not sexual, and yet totally sensual at the same time. Then she smiled, and I very nearly came then and there.

Then she stood up, and came even closer to us. I was now fully able to fit my cock in Edith's mouth, and ignored her protests and grunts and choking sounds as I face fucked her. No, all my attention was on Sasha. She came to me, and stood on her toes. I leaned down, and we kissed. My hands moved to her soft, wet pussy, and began to play with it. Her hands, warm, soft, delicate, moved to my balls, and began to fondle them as if they were jewels. And there we stood. One of my hands was busy pumping Edith's mouth up and down on my cock, the other was buried deep in Sasha's pussy. Sasha stood on her toes so that our tongues could dance, and one of her hands fondled my balls while the other helped her stimulate herself.

We came together, and I hope that that meant something about our futures and our compatibility. My cum overflowed Edith's mouth and dripped onto her small, brown tits, while Sasha would have collapsed through her pleasure had I not caught her, one hand supporting her back, the other still buried in her pussy. I carried her like this back to our house, picking up Sophie along the way. Sophie was having a sort of fuck-off with another girl, both of them with one end of a staff in their pussies, trying, it seemed, to get the other to cum first. By the time she finished, she was covered with sweat, dirt, and cum. She was also delighted.

We were all happy. I was simply happy that we had such a nice day. Sophie was hyper happy with all the things she'd gotten to do today, and Sasha had a sort of warm glow about her, as if everything were right with her.

The day was growing late, so we went to the beach to watch the sunset. We were too tired to do anything but fool around with the sand for a bit, and when the sun began to set, we simply sat there, enjoying the beauty and mystery of it all. Sasha lay her head on my right side, and my arm wrapped around her body and small chest, hugging her close. Sophie was on my other side, and I did the same to her.

The rest of the night went by rather uneventfully. We bought food, and sat at the tables and ate. I noticed Pliny's slave, Katy, was in much better shape, and, while still cautious, seemed to be a bit more free around Pliny. They were smiling and laughing and playing and tickling, and it seemed good. I wonder what it would be like to tickle Sasha or Sophie...

We got home, and I carried Sasha again, more out of habit than anything else. Sophie was teasing her about how she was growing too weak, to dependant on me, but Sasha only laughed and teased right back. We got to the bed, where, to our surprise, Hannah lie, fast asleep. She smelt of sex, and her body was just a bit wet. I hoped that it was because she remembered to wash herself after sex. I lay Sasha next to her, and Sophie lay down on the other side. I kissed each of them, even sleeping Hannah, on the lips and eyelids. I smiled at Sasha and Sophie as they closed their eyes and went to sleep.

And now here I sit, finishing up my writing for today. I am exhausted, and should get some rest, for who knows what tomorrow might hold?

Glory to Eros
Thesues