Day 8

Drama unfolds in my life. Again three bodies sleep in my bed, except the third is not Hannah. The third is Monica, an Italian girl, with olive skin, dark, luscious hair, and a body of pleasure. Sasha squirms, and mutters in her sleep a bit, seemingly not able to bear the scent of Monica. I watch them both, and wonder why they cannot just be friends like Sasha and Sophie. The minds of girls do never make sense to me.

It started out a beautiful day. Admittedly, there was nothing in it that made it a horrible day. But still, it started out beautifully. I woke up, early again, and, lo and behold, Sasha on one side, Sophie on another! I almost danced, I was so happy. I kissed Sasha on the lips, tongueing her so well, she woke with surprise. Then, I changed to Sophie, who fought back, and we had a little wrestling match with our mouths. Sophie left quickly, without sex, winking at Sasha and me. We looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, all pure this time, no mischievousness.

"Does that need asking?"

Apparently it was the right answer, for she fell on me like a savage. She forced my cock into her mouth and down her throat, sucking like a madwoman. "Oh...oh Theseus, how I have missed your taste! The taste of your loving, wet tongue, your warm hard cock, the white, tasty precum, the thick, delicious, warm cum...oh give it to me! Give it to me now!" she raised her voice while pumping my cock.

I could not stand that face and that voice both at once. The first spurt went wide and landed on her face, across her cheek, but she caught the next squarely in her mouth. She drank as if dying of thirst from my fountaining cock, and even scooped up the cum on her cheek so she could swallow it. "Ohh..." she moaned, eyes closed, swaying back and forth. "This is what I have ever wanted. This is all I have ever needed." Her eyes snapped open. "I am addicted to you, Theseus. Promise me you'll never leave me, lest I waste away and die without your precious cum."

I promised her.

She stood up and opened her pussy lips. "These have missed you too. How I longed for your tongue, your lips, your mouth, everywhere on me yesterday. No other cock could even bring me close to cumming, nothing. I only thought of you."

Well, I couldn't let her top me. Not being the best with words, I shoved my face into her pussy and let my tongue work its magic. Sasha squealed and moaned as I forced it in, while also using my fingers to rub the inside of her pink pussy. I pulled out all stops, and, when her clit revealed itself, I rubbed it violently, causing her to shriek and cum at the same time, a waterfall of girl cum. She fell back onto the bed, legs shivering.

"You...cheated." she said between breaths, smiling at me.

"I thought you said you missed me?" I replied, putting in a puppy dog look and some fake hurt.

"Fuck...me." she responded, ever the eloquent girl. So I did.

My cock went all the way in the first plunge, her pussy open and accepting my cock easily. That isn't to say she wasn't tight though. Sasha was a professional at what she did, and never made me feel that her pussy wasn't good enough. Her moist walls tightened, gripping my cock hard, and I closed my eyes and felt her chest on mine, smelled her hair, her body. She had given up all semblance of self control, eyes rolling, mouth open and moaning as she took my cock deep into her soaking pussy. We came at the exact same time as we had always done recently, me squirting my sticky white load deep inside her while her spasming pussy forced it out.

"Gaaah..." I said.

"Gaaaah." she agreed.

We would have "gah"ed forever, but Sophie came in with some delicious smelling bread and dried fish. Sex makes one hungry, and that went for both Sasha and me as we fell on it like ravenous wolves. Sophie smiled, motherly. She looked out the window.

"Oh, no! I need to be meeting some friends right about now! See you later, Theseus!" she gave me a quick smooch on the cheek, and ran off, probably to play with her friends. "I wonder if I shouldn't give her away too..." I muttered.

Sasha glared at me. "Only joking..."

We walked out into the rising sunlight holding hands. I had no idea what we were going to do today, but it felt like a great day. Admittedly, it still was, but when I look to Sasha, I wonder if it was worth it. Monica or Sasha, if only I didn't need to choose!

Still, Monica had not yet entered my life. I led us in the general direction of Pliny's house, perhaps wondering if he could propose something to do. We came across each other, and he had three girls clinging to him.

The first I noticed was, sadly, the one I knew the least, Monica. She was downright beautiful, and those mournfully large eyes, those tender looking lips, her gazelle body, and her straight, shiny brown hair captured me. I would have lost my heart had I not seen Sasha staring at me, not in anger, but perhaps in disappointment. This was when my heart began to be stuck in a chain between Monica and Sasha, and there is where it remains.

Next, I saw Katy, a fiery and fun redhead, who was getting her fun by whipping Hannah with a switch. Hannah had her hands tied behind her back, her long, golden hair almost reaching her hands. Every time the switch lashed across her ass, she shuddered a bit, and the insides of her legs were already moist.

Pliny saw me, and rushed over, all three girls in tow. He had accidentally (I doubt it, now) bought Monica by accident, and now had more girls than he could satisfy. She was too shy and unwilling for his type of sex, and so now, maybe I could take her off his hands.

We bargained back and forth for a bit, but Pliny is nothing if not tenacious. Monica was forced into my hands, and he dragged Hannah and Katy along with him, muttering something about missing an appointment.

So I stood, with the beautiful Italian head on my waist, her body leaning against my leg. Sasha was tapping her foot, looking peeved. I ignored her, wanting to enjoy Monica for a bit.

"Well? Fuck her!" And, not knowing the double speak women sometimes use, I did.

First, I lay Monica on her back. She didn't move very much, and let me open her legs without resistance. I checked her pussy for lubrication, and spat on it to add some, just in case.

Her pussy was tighter than Sasha's, but not as...warming. I rubbed her hard nipples, and gave her a little smooch on the lips. Her body responded even though she didn't, at least not in voice. Her body jerked each time I touched her in a sensitive area, her eyes darted where my hands went.

When I stuck my cock into her, I heard two gasps. Monica gasped out of pleasure, whereas Sasha's was probably the sound of her heart breaking. Still, I didn't care, although I should have. Monica's allure drew me in, and her pussy was amazing as I fucked it, the lubricant allowing for easier access. She grunted each time I screwed into her, and she finally broke her emotional wall, face contorting in ecstasy.

Sasha couldn't bear it. At the time, I thought she was rude to sit on Monica's face, shouting "Eat it, bitch! Eat it, you whore bitch!" I didn't say anything to her as I heard Monica's obedient slurps and sucks, but my face must have said it all, for, when she looked at me, she hid her face in her curtains of black hair. I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she blocked me.

Monica felt too good, and soon, I was cumming. Feeling it impolite to squirt inside her on the first time, I took my cock out, and pumped it a bit, splashing my white, sticky cum all over her chest. Sasha got up then, stood back, and simply stared, partway surprised, partway expectant.

Monica didn't see what the fuss was about. Sitting up, she let the cum pool near her stomach, then she scraped it off. Apparently, this pushed Sasha off the edge. She let out a sobbing scream, then ran off, in a general direction I remember not, now. I stood up to chase after her, but my legs somehow failed me, and I collapsed, almost crushing Monica. I felt like crying, but then, I met Monica's eyes, and her mystery, her sadness, her soul drew me in, and I lost myself there.

Telling myself Sasha would find me (yes, I was that stupid. Sasha, will you ever forgive me?), I went and showed Monica around. I heard her voice for the first time, a singing soprano, turning every word into a world of music. Her laughs tinkled, and her smiles sparkled. I found it impossible not to lose myself in her.

The whole world was new to me. I fucked Monica on the beach, reveling in her grunts and sounds as I bit her nipples. She gave me a blowjob while I stood, my back to a tree, and it felt amazing.

But we didn't just have sex. We talked, or rather, I talked and she listened, then she talked and I listened. The subjects we talked about sometimes had nothing to do with each other, for example, I would start on how nice the weather was, always, here, then she would go on to talk about how small her breasts were. It was cute, and I lost myself every time we looked each other in the eyes.

It is sad to note that the sun had passed its zenith and was just beginning the way down when I was reminded of Sasha again. I did not remember her myself, so lost was I in the little beauty I had met just today. Rather, I only remembered her when I saw Sophie come toward us, while I was anally fucking Monica, in public. I saw Sophie's disappointment on her face as she walked toward us, and when she arrived, she sniffed a bit, the muttered something, before turning to talk to me.

Monica stood up, my cock still in her ass, to better listen to what we said. Sophie began to speak in a somewhat urgent manner, probably to attract my attention away from Monica. "Sasha has a...a surprise waiting for you. Come, quickly, she is in the downstairs of the big building. Come!" The way she said it, I thought Sasha was in danger. The word "surprise" was loaded with derision, but aimed at Monica, not Sasha.

Monica would not get off my cock, so I carried her like that all the way to the building, reveling in how soft her skin was, how flexible she was. Sophie led me by the hand, making it a sort of balancing act.

We arrived at the building, and entered the stairs. I heard moans and other sounds of arousal coming from the different rooms, and, even as Monica squeezed her ass on my cock, I fantasized, yes fantasized! about the many things I could do to her, the many pleasures I could show, just as she showed me.

We went into the underground area, which was more cramped, but had bigger rooms. Sophie led me to the doorway of one, then hissed, "Get that slut off your cock." Normally, I was master, but something in Sophie's voice made me slide Monica, however reluctantly, off my cock. After she landed on her feet, she rubbed her ass a bit and even stuck her finger in it, as if to be sure I was really gone.

Sophie led me inside the room, but shot an evil glare at Monica, making her back up a little bit. I walked inside, and the sight of Sasha took my breath away. She was tied up, and ropes ran up and down her body. Her pussy was pulled open a bit by the ropes, and they also pushed her breasts a bit more forward. Her hands were tied, but her legs weren't, and she stood, facing me, legs apart. Her eyes glittered in the dim light cast by the torches, and she licked her lips before speaking. Her voice was the same, except she layered it with an extremely arousing undertone, the promises of a world of pleasure to be revealed.

"I...love you Theseus. I really do. Right now, I want you to use me, I want to be your sex plaything. Give me your all, do anything you want. Satisfy your deepest, darkest desires on me right now...and I'll love everything you do to me." I stood there for a few minutes, then walked over to her and kissed her lightly, a simple brush of the lips.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't need to do this. You know I love you, you know you are mine and I am yours."

"Yes," she replied, almost growled. "Fuck me...fuck me everywhere."

So I did. I started out somewhat gently. Forcing her to her knees, I had Sasha suck my cock. She licked it all over, which was her signature starting move, then began to suck the tip and the shaft, going deeper with each head bob. I decided to test her capabilities. I tangled my hand in her silky, black hair, and forced her a bit deeper. She didn't protest; in fact, she looked up, and with her eyes, seemed to say "What? That's it? That's all you have?"

So I gave her more. Giving up all pretense, I face fucked her. She couldn't resist, her hands were bound, and my cock went all the way in and all the way out with each thrust. Her gag reflex was triggered multiple times, and tears began to stream down her face. Nevertheless, she pushed herself too, trying to go deeper, to encompass my balls and cock at once, and her determination nearly scared me.

I came into her mouth, but was immediately hard again. I saw her began to swallow, and decided to test her resolve. "Don't swallow, bitch!" I grunted, and slapped her. Her head snapped to the side, and a tiny bit of cum flew out. She straightened obediently, and opened her mouth, showing me my cum. Her tongue played with it a bit. "Swallow." I commanded. She did with her mouth still open. "Lick the cum that fell on the floor." She did obediently, as though it was not cum but ambrosia on the floor. When she got up again, I asked her, gently this time, "How did you like it? You still want to go on?"

I sincerely hope she was acting when she replied, "Fuck me, harder, stronger, faster! I want more, I want it all! Hurt me! I want it!" This was a side of Sasha that I had never seen, a primal animal who only thought about sex. Well, I had to satisfy all facets of her.

I made her put her head on the ground and stick her ass in the hair. I looked to the tools of pain that were set out, neatly, on the table in the corner, but decided against using them.

This was just me and her, for now.

I tried her pussy first, just to be nice. Taking all five fingers, I formed a fist, and tried to force it in. I heard her grunt as I pushed open her lips and the tip of my knuckles entered, but no further. So instead, I formed a sort of a conical shape with my fingers, and that went in easily. I felt her pussy muscles stretching and heard her groans of pain as I forced my whole hand in.

I made a fist once in her pussy, and began to move it around in a circular motion. She shrieked and hit the ground when I started to move back in forth, which almost frighteningly resembled punching. I got my hand in a little past the wrist on my last thrust, then took it out. It was soaking wet.

I tried the same with her ass, but I could hardly get my hand in, let alone my wrist. Forming a fist was impossible, so I took it out. I made her lick both my hands clean, and, although her face showed revulsion, her eyes shone with pleasure.

I forced her mouth open and spat in it, then made her swallow. I forced her to stand up. I would fuck her like this, with her own body weight forcing her body onto me. I fucked her from her pussy first, but I realized that this was nothing to what I had just done. So I added a bit more abuse. I slapped her face back and forth without stopping, reveling in the way her head snapped from side the side, the way she tried to look at me again before I slapped her again. I forced my finger down her throat and nearly triggered her gag reflex again. I bit her nipples so hard I thought I might bite them off, and she probably did too, screaming in pain.

After we both came at the same time, I pulled out. I willed my cock to stay hard, and kicked Sasha in the pussy. She collapsed, almost crying in pain. Cum leaked out, and she made no move to lick it.

"Now your ass." I commanded. She obediently obeyed, thrusting it my way. This time, I did take one of the switches they offered, a thin, willowy one that probably hurt when it landed, but left no lasting marks.

I penetrated her ass full on, reveling in the tight, soft feeling. She shrieked each time the whip lashed across her back, but still moved with me, thrusting back as I thrusted forward.

When I came, I pulled my cock out of her ass, and forced it back into her mouth. She swallowed the whole filthy load, even sucking my cock clean. I was utterly exhausted, and barely noticed Monica and Sophie sitting in the corner, masturbating each other.

"I'm sorry." I said to Sasha, holding her close.

"No need to be." she replied, but I had a feeling that it was needed.

We untied her, and walked outside. We had some food, courtesy of Sophie, and went to the beach and played a little. I played with Monica, since Sophie and Sasha went and found some of Sophie's friends, and it almost seemed like she didn't know how to have fun. It was sad.

We went back earlier than we had, and I fucked Sasha again, a lot more gently this time, at home. Her pussy was red and inflamed looking, and I was sure it hurt with every thrust I took, but she smiled and told me that it didn't matter, that it made it feel better for her.

And they went to sleep, all together, yet not. Monica was pushed to the far side, Sophie in the middle, and Sasha closest to me right now. Sasha and Sophie slept in each others arms, but Monica slept away from them both.

Ahh, the minds of girls. Which to choose, Sasha or Monica?

Glory to Eros
Theseus