Day 8

I sit here alone today, without either of my precious girls for company. Admittedly, we both agreed to this, and, hopefully, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will see my beloved Sasha and Sophie once more.

This morning, I woke up twice. The first was to Sasha shaking me, looking quite urgent. I almost felt as if I was back on the boat from yesterday, but this time, things had somehow went wrong. I felt better once I saw Sophie drowsily sitting up, and the moon and the stars out the window. I wondered why Sasha was shaking me so, but I soon found out why.

"Today is a festival day!" she exclaimed.

I nodded, a bit sleepily, wondering what all the fuss was about. I had experienced festival days before, people resting, eating free food, gladiator fights, and many other, smaller rituals I care not to mention right now. But Sasha simply groaned, I almost thought I saw her crying.

"On Eros festival days," she explained, "we attempt to have as much sex as possible. To do this, slaves are considered to be 'free' for the day, which means we are available to any master that may want us. There is no way to deny a master when he wants you." I barely remember the rest of the conversation, only that we kissed, had some intimate sex (Sophie was not amused), then Sasha and Sophie left for the day. We had agreed on something like "I don't want to see you having sex with strange men, and you don't want to see me have sex with random girls. Therefore, we will use the size of the island to our advantage, and have fun!" I woke up in the morning feeling empty. Usually, Sophie left around this time, and Sasha and I had the time to cozy, to cuddle up with each other, even if we didn't have sex. Some things are better than straight up fucking.

Now, I got out of bed, my cock awkwardly sticking straight up. It was a bit later than I was used to, so I missed the vague sunrise that one saw through the fog that came from the sea.

As I stepped out into the cold, dewy morning, made so much more cold by the lack of a warm body hugging my leg, I saw that some people had already taken advantage of the festival day.

While it was too early for the free food stalls, sex never was restrained by time. The first clear view I saw was very, very erotic.

The girl was a whore. No doubt about it. No matter where you saw her, no matter what she wore, she looked like a whore, a girl who loved sex, who wanted sex, who lived for sex, with any man, woman, or child she could find. She had brown-blonde hair, the blonde being more predominant right now, and her eyes were sea blue, very attractive, almost magnetic eyes. For now, her body was still developing. The barest hint of tits sprang from her chest, but her pussy was completely bald. Her skin was a beautifully tanned bronze, the color of one who spent their days at the beach.

She was engaged in oral sex. The man was quite old, but you couldn't tell that from his cock. He needed to do absolutely nothing; the girl did everything. She sat in an unusual position, welcoming spectators, her head turned at an unusual angle with her body, much like Egyptian drawing. She was squatted, as if to urinate, and her pussy, slick with lubricant, was in wide view of everyone. She saw me as soon as the old man came, more than should have been in his old but fit body, and she licked the small trails of the gooey white substance while staring at me. She and the old man shared a kiss, than the man walked off, leaving her to stalk towards me.

I saw her name was "Aria", by the small, metal name tag on her neck, secured by a chain so fine, it could have almost been jewelry. This mattered naught as she came close to me, my cock pressing against one of her legs. She began first by sensually licking my chest and neck area, and wrapping a leg around me in an amazing display of flexibility. I could barely get my hand out to stroke her small clit, tight feeling, despite how much cocks it must have taken in the past.

Foreplay mattered little to her. She soon got bored of climbing me like a monkey and feeling our hands dance, and hopped off. Aria got into the doggystyle position, and put her head on the ground, looking back, very horny, and used her hands to hold open her ass. So I took the initiative.

It felt like she came as soon as I shoved it in, front of her body shooting straight up, hands supporting her body now. I saw a string of drool trickle from between her lips as she looked back with an expression that could be taken many, many ways.

Obviously, I wasn't satisfied yet, and she moaned and she groaned as I fucked her in her tight, tight asshole. Each time I took my cock out nearly too the head, and each time I slammed it straight back in. Our sex was rough, and I brought her body to mine as I pinched and played with her nipples. She made sounds no young girl was supposed to make, and came again, hands diddling her pussy, as I came for the first time.

I took my cock out slowly, making sure to have every last drop was safely nestled in her asshole. As soon as I took my cock out, a tiny trickle flowed and down her pussy. She did not notice as she got up, kissed me on the lips, and walked off, not the least bit unsteady for having anal sex and holding a load of cum up her ass.

I sat there for a bit, feeling the wet grass poke me in awkward areas, then stood up. It was going to be a long day without Sasha or Sophie, I reflected. It was.

That was not to say I missed sex whatsoever. Soon after Aria, I came across another girl. Since, on festival days, nothing was done without consent, I assumed that this girl wanted to have her hands and legs tied up, then thrown on the beach, right where the water was coming in. She was covered in salt water, and probably had been raped already, since her pussy was red and she had faint red marks all over her body, which I noticed as I dragged her out of the water.

She was a delicate, black haired, fair skinned girl. She was tied well, with her hands tied to her sides, and her legs tied shut. From this position, I reflected, any kind of sex would be painful to her. Her eyes were wide with fear, but also arousal, and, by the way she didn't protest, and her wet (partly from arousal as well as seawater) pussy, I expected she wanted me to do many things to her.

So I did. I forced her on her knees first, pushing her shoulder down. Then, rubbing my cock against her cheek to get it totally hard again, I pushed it against her tightly shut lips.

She was very professional, letting my cock in only a tiny bit at a time, to make it feel like I was fucking a tight pussy. When I was all the way in her warm mouth, feeling the back of her throat, I surprised her.

I roughly fucked her face, both pushing her head toward me and pushing my hips forward for maximum thrust. I heard her choking, but ignored it. When I finished with her face, I let her dry retch for a tiny bit, pale body bent over, hair covering her face. She seemed to be purposely taunting me, sticking her ass out as she bent over. So I took the initiative.

My cock forced her pussy lips open as I thrust it in, and it was clear that she hadn't been expecting it after all. She screamed, muffling her scream on the sand as I brutally took her pussy. I yanked her hair back, bending her almost painfully as I rode her, hard. She came several times, whimpering each time. Finally, I came as well, yanking my cock out and shooting it all over her back, and getting the last dregs of it on her face and in her mouth. I smeared it all over her face as I slapped her a tiny bit, then began to leave.

"Wait", she said, in a melodic voice, but hoarsely. "Put me back in the water." I was happy to oblige leaving her struggling like a fish out of water, in the sea.

It was brightening up now, the fog having been burned away by the sun. I walked toward the center of this part of the island, where food vendors had already set up stalls. I assumed they would probably be well compensated. In the large marble platform at the center of the grassy area, sex was taking place by a lot. I could not tell if men were preying on girls, or the other way around. I disliked large, group sex, preferring it to be more intimate. I watched as cum flowed everywhere, both males and females, and heard the almost discordant sounds of many orgasms.

I took a bit of bread and an apple from a stall, and walked away as I ate it. There were some interesting events taking place at the exercise area, which I decided to see.

None of the events were formally done, and no rewards would be given out for the victors, except for pride and fame, perhaps. The most common I saw were 69, where two girls rushed to make the other cum first, and cum competitions between males, to see who could last the longest while having a handjob. There were some more bizarre ones of course.

I participated in one where two girls attempted to fill a mug with cum, taking sex in all possible ways, while also trying to get men to cum in the mugs. It reminded me of the ship from yesterday, where, after my cum topped off one of the mugs, the girl of that one, a tiny Asian thing, grabbed it and chugged it down. Unlike Jane from yesterday, she got all of it down cleanly, throat working as she attempted to make as big gulps as possible. She slammed it back down on the ground, acting as if it were some drink. "More!" she demanded, hiccupping. The other girl glared and spat at her, but the Asian simply smiled.

I competed in a contest against a blonde girl, to see who could orgasm first. I am pretty sure she faked her screaming orgasm, thinking back to it, but I am not complaining. Her reward was to take my cock up all three, soaking wet holes, then to swallow what I shot. Her eyes told me she loved it.

A bunch of three girls, a slim, tall for her age, black one, an Egyptian one, and a small Italian girl wrestled me to the ground as soon as I stepped in a ring (accidentally, may I say), and had me lick their pussies as they joyfully played with my cock, bringing me to orgasm three times, all inside their pussies, saying that they wanted it to be fair to all. As I left, I saw them sucking the cum out of each other's pussies, in a more complicated version of 69.

Still, when walking out of the area, I thought back. Did any of the girls really satisfy me? My heart told me no, and my returning hard on, the same thing. They gave me none of the butterfly kisses Sasha did, nor did they run their hands all over my body, even after I had cum. Also, I highly doubted that I had satisfied much for them, except for bodily needs. They probably would feel as empty as I did when all was said and done.

I walked to the small copse of trees, for some solitary time. On the way, I passed many types of sex acts, randomly happening, it seemed, everywhere. Some were missing a man, but never a girl.

At the trees, I sat down, leaning against one. I did not know what I meant to do; perhaps sleep until this loveless nightmare was over, or at least rest a bit. My cock was rock hard again, but I paid no attention to it. I did not only need satisfaction of the flesh.

I would have fallen asleep, had I not noticed a flash of black hair behind a tree. Intrigued, I followed it. It was a little Asian girl, except she tried to run from me. At the time, I hoped it was Sasha.

When I finally caught her, by invoking the right that I could have my time with any girl on the island, I realized it wasn't Sasha. This girl, although she was Asian, was different. She was younger, and her face was a bit thinner, but by no means less attractive. Her skin was just a shade paler, and her hair a bit shorter.

She shivered as she faced me. I wondered why. "What is your name?" I demanded, not unkindly.

"Elsa." She whimpered. I wondered what had happened to her that made her like that. While I was thinking of something else to say, she suddenly burst out crying. What I could decipher between sobs went something like this: "Please don't...please don't fuck me...it hurts so badly...haven't been able to sit...and didn't want to...I'll use my mouth!...please, it hurts..." It was difficult to calm her. When I held her close, she weakly attempted to push away, but decided that if she sat on my lap, there was little I could do to her, from the way my cock was pushed up against the body. And, at that time, I honestly did not want to do anything to her. I stroked her soft black hair, and wiped the tears from her face even as they kept on flowing. She blubbered around for a bit, then stopped, although a sob wracked her body every now and then. I sensed it was time to teach her something new.

I got up, gently pushing her off and setting her on the ground.

"Get on your stomach." I ordered, as kindly as possible. Fear returned to her eyes and tears flowed again, as she tried to get some kind of protest up. I repeated the command, and she finally obeyed, muffling her loud sobs in the soft grass.

I hope I surprised her when I laid my hands on her back. Working entirely from instinct, I ran my hands up and down her back, careful not to get too close to her ass. I pushed and I rubbed and I even tried tickling, but my hands were not right for the last one. Still, her sobs gentled and faded away as she sensed I did not have sex as a foremost aim. We sat in silence for a while. She rolled over.

"Now my front?" It was all I could do to help from laughing. Her face was totally innocent, and her request, pure. There was almost nothing sexual about it, except for her body, which, in the act of rolling over, seemed sexual in itself.

I knew less about the front than I did the back, and that was saying quite a bit. But I tried, and I tried to stay away from her breasts, trying to make it seem the least sexual it possibly could. Still, there was no way I couldn't avoid accidentally running over her nipples once or twice, and I heard her gasp when I did. Finally, she sat up. She moved my hands to her pussy, and looked up expectantly at me. I was surprised to see a bit of tentative lust and love in those dark brown eyes, from a girl who had been crying just a few minutes before.

"Please...sir. Make it stop hurting?" Those words hit me hard, and I almost swore on the river Styx that, no matter what I did in life, I would make this girl stop hurting. Then I would have died, since that would have been nigh on impossible.

Still, I could make it as less painful to her as possible. I first massaged around her pussy, trying to make it seem like I could really do it. I kneaded the insides of her firm thighs, and earned sighs of happiness as I got closer to her vagina.

When I actually got to her vagina, I didn't enter immediately. It was wet, but it was small, and extremely tight, as I soon found out. Even the tip of my finger would not enter without protest. So I played with the sides for a bit, and ran a finger up and down repetitively, hoping to stimulate her even more. I was not wrong there. She began to wiggle her hips, and her sighs became moans.

Emboldened, I decided to try something else. Lowering my head to her pussy, I began to lick. I still used my fingers to play with her, to massage her tender flesh, and her moaning became louder.

Finally, I stopped. The insides of her thighs ran with juices, and her pussy was still releasing more. She was breathing hard, and red patches had appeared on her cheeks. She only made incoherent noises for the first few seconds as I met her eyes, then she started to make more sense. "I... I want you inside me." The simple statement filled her eyes with wonder, and she hugged herself, as if afraid she had gone mad.

"I want you inside me, even if it hurts...I really do...but you won't do it, will you?!" Her voice began to rise, becoming a wail. "Just my luck...the first man I love, and he won't love me back!" She was on the verge of tears, and probably couldn't hear me very well, so I kissed her.

It was passionate, and, after she got over her surprise, she forced her heart and body into the kiss as well. When we broke, her eyes were bright and starry, and she looked at me almost as if I weren't there.

"Please...do it to me!" So I did. I was careful, though. There was no point in rushing, and I would hate it if the first sex she actually loved was just as painful as the rest. I made a series of small, measured thrusts, pulling out fully between each thrust, and only covering a little more ground each time. I started with the head of my cock, then, just a tiny bit below.

Elsa squealed with each further penetration, her eyes wide, her hands clenched. She seemed to orgasm each time, her feet curling and her chest heaving. I kissed her nipples in between each thrust, and she smiled.

Finally, we had it all the way in. She was extremely tight, and it felt as if I was forcing her apart. She was sweaty, partly with the pain, but otherwise she didn't show it. Her bright smile made me think only of hope and happiness. "Oh...I love you." she moaned.

And we fucked. It took only a few thrusts to bring her to her first, yelping orgasm. Only a few more and her pussy rippled again in another heated one. She must have cum four or five times before I did, moistening the grass with her girl cum.

I finally came, deep inside her. Her eyes grew wider than I thought possible as she felt the hot liquid rushing through her. "It...it didn't hurt!" She looked surprised.

I took my cock out and gave her a small kiss. "It didn't hurt!" she informed me again. I smiled at her childish innocence.

The sun was on its way down now, so we went and had more of the free food. Most of it was gone now, and what was left was a bit stale. Nevertheless, everything tastes good when you're hungry after an orgasm.

Elsa was a bit apprehensive when she saw the orgy. Although less massive, it was going on with no less passion. I saw some fetishes that were probably suppressed near the beginning, only to be brought out now. Whips snapped and hands slapped, sounds that echoed across the plaza.

Elsa spent the rest of the day with me, clinging to me, almost hiding behind me at times, scared of being claimed by another man. We went back to the house I am in now, and had sex on the bed that I had cuddled Sasha on before. I felt a pang of guilt as my cum spilled out of Elsa's pussy, but it was blocked by Elsa's wide smile that followed.

We also went to the beach, which was nearly empty by now, and Elsa and I played in the water, splashing and generally having a good time. We were both extremely sad when it grew dark, and we had to part ways. The last thing I remember of her is her humongous grin, even as tears coursed down her face.

I retired a bit early, and thus, I finish writing this a bit early. Although today was fun, and I had much sex, it does not replace a normal day with Sasha, and Sophie, and those I truly love. Sex does not always mean love.

Glory to Eros