I Have No Idea
Chapter 5
by Redsliver
The Castle was mostly waterpark. There were two roller coasters, a ferris wheel, Tilt-A-Whirl and the other classic carnival rides. There was mini-golf. There was junk food. There was skeet shooting. There were photo booths. Every inch of the of the park was filled with women who were excited and gracious if you gave them your attention.
A lazy river, populated with floating tubes, slowly inched its way throughout the park. Bridges crisscrossed it running from games to rides to slides to food. It seemed to me to be where you’d go to cool off between chaos and sex. There was no rule against bringing the sex.
I don’t think most people come face to face with their fantasies. I got The Waterfront: white sandy beach, paradise tropical island, girls, girls, girls. I was impressed by my ridiculousness with The Castle. I don’t remember even liking roller coasters.
The Strip, The Globe, and The Waterfront were favored by the guests. It was at least six to one girls to guests at The Castle. There were a dozen or so men, mostly older or almost autistic tech millionaires floating, playing, and enjoying themselves. At the beach there had been women who were clearly guests. I didn’t see that here. I wasn’t drinking it all in like I had at The Waterfront.
I chased Ellie and Traci while Zenya tried to keep up. Zenya had the longest legs. I think the whole run was planned. They led me across bridges at random. It would’ve been hard to get lost. There was very clear signage and there were girls everywhere who’d love to help you. We raced to the very center of the waterpark. Traci made sure I caught her.
She was ecstatic that I had her. I couldn’t help but feed off her excitement. She didn’t struggle but she didn’t submit. She was leading me into my desire to let go. Even in my best relationships I had never been signalled this hard for sex. I was delirious.
We drew a crowd. A dozen girls pairing off for a game of follow the leader. Zenya grabbed Ellie. The other girls were teamed blonde or redhead to brunette. When I kissed Traci, the brunettes moved on their fairer girl. When Traci rubbed my bulging swim trunks, the light fingered dark.
“Whoa hey!” Traci squealed with joy as I motorboated her. It was intoxicating hearing a bunch of girls making ridiculous noises into tits. I stripped off Traci’s bikini top and seven more tops went flying. “C’mon, there’s so much you have to see!”
“Yeah there is,” I said rolling Traci’s big breasts in my hands. She grabbed my wrists and danced, kissing me lightly, as she lead us to a big sloping pool. The water cleaved away as we rushed in. I lifted her, spun her, dunked her.
“I’m too big for you,” laughed one of the blondes, a Nordic Valkyrie, as she lifted a tiny five foot Chinese girl and turned the tables, splashing the girl into the water. Then the waves started. I looked around and flung my bottoms. Shit, my access card, wallet, and keys were in there.
“Nice!” Traci resurfaced and grabbed my cock as the brunettes tossed away their bottoms. Ellie went right up Zenya. When all the other dark hairs shrieked, I had to as well. The waves were slowly growing and Traci jumped up my leg to whisper at me. “Mistress Deering was so worried, but at least you’re still silly.”
“And you’re still hot.” I beamed and dunked her again. We were all sliding deeper as the waves grew stronger. That little Chinese girl, Traci, Ellie and a one of the other couples were more than a little tossed around. Traci came sputtering up out of arm’s reach. She teased me, all the blondes backing up. I shrugged, smirked and turned and grabbed Zenya.
The game went wild. Ellie caught herself a Valkyrie. I just slammed myself into Zenya. I got scared. Girls all around me were scissoring on each others’ thighs as we rushed up and down with the waves. Traci waved at me.
“I finally got you!” Zenya’s accent surfaced as she kinked her leg around me. “Three months! I’m so happy!”
“I’ve never fucked you?” I couldn’t believe myself. I almost struggled to say fuck. She was dark and brown, curved with an incredible ass I took into my hands like Valkyrie was lifting up Ellie. “How long have you been here?”
“Five months, thirteen days! I only had until March!” Zenya would’ve fucked me to death without my help. I couldn’t just stand there with the wave pool buoyantly rising me inside her. She was wild on me. These girls wanted me beyond what I had ever witnessed in women’s sexuality before. I couldn’t just stand there. I needed to fuck her.
She was strong and slender. Her tits were firm and pressed hard into my chest. She was scratching my shoulder blade and crushing my ass cheek. Her heel dug into the back of my knee. Her eyes were slavish and needful. I came like my first time in the ninth grade with the fat girl and all the acne.
Cummng was a splash of seed but it wasn’t the flush of brain chemicals to slow me down. I was energized still. The spasms in the base of my cock only slowed me for a moment. I kept fucking her.
“Yes!” She triumphed. “Fill me!”
The waves pushed us inland and soon I laid her onto the tiles. Smaller girl on the bottom all lined up in a row. The waves were shrinking again and shattering off our backs. It could’ve been funny to watch Traci leaning over some other blonde both of them needing to be four feet up the slope to avoid being smashed half drowned.
I only saw Zenya. I had one leg in my hand with her knee as near my shoulder as she could stretch it. She was reddish and had to hold off breathing between gasps to avoid the diminishing waves. It made her shake. It made her scream. She tugged on my hair and scraped her nails on the pool floor. I came with her. I still wasn’t tired, but the waves were petering out.
“C’mon!” I slapped her thigh and strode out of the water. “Ellie and Traci you too.” I didn’t know any other names and I had enough blondes so the Valkyrie blew me a kiss and I let her go. We went scatter shot. I went through water slides holding each girl against my chest as we whipped and weaved through the yellow tubes. I had no idea when we were all fully naked or where most our clothes had gone. Zenya’s top was a flag above the slides.
“I could use a drink.” I extolled as we set sights on the next attraction. I had Ellie under one arm and Zenya under the other as we climbed out of the slide pool.
“I know just the place!” Traci took off and I went into hunt mode after her. She was going to the steps that led to the lazy river. There was a bar right at the entrance and a really cute bartender with glasses. I didn’t see glasses very much across the island. I loved girls in glasses.
“Martini for Master.” Traci singsonged as I took her by the ass. She looked up over her shoulder and I kissed her. It was this moment, the unfettered excitement and the lack of jealousy that hit me. She didn’t care that I had pitched her in the wave pool. She was happy to have me now.
“And we’ll need one of the larger fuck-rafts and—”
“Just big enough for too,” I told the bartender.
“Cool, I’m going to take Zenya on a few more of the slides!” Ellie grabbed the Latina and took off away from Traci and me. I never caught if she was jealous. I downed the martini and left the glass as anchor dragging raft entered the river from behind a garage door. It closed before a second could come. I tossed Traci onto it.
“I didn’t leave you five months without getting fucked, did I?” The little floating raft reached stability quickly after I hopped on. Onto Traci more than the raft. Her ankles dipped into the water on either side.
“I haven’t been here two weeks yet.” She laughed. “I’ve still only ever had sex with you and some of the girls.”
“You were a virgin when you got here?” I mistook her statement to realize she was only talking about on the island. I hovered over her, a quarter inch from connection.
“Ish. I did anal a bunch.” She smirked. “And I had a couple karate partners I liked to give head to at the dojo.”
“Good,” I don’t know why I said that. “Don’t karate me too hard.”
“No harder than you fuck me.” Her body glistened as the tropical sun was drying us faster than I had expected. She reached for my head and I leaned down to kiss her before I strove forward to enter her. She hissed through clenched teeth.
It was a lazy fuck on the lazy river. The rafts were soft except for a smooth ring around the edges that kept the adventure from tipping as we sailed. She was too short to make out with and fuck. She suckled at my collarbone and nipped at my chest muscles. I held the head of raft, using the leverage to ride into her.
This kind of sex was familiar to me. Sweet and rolling, we spun slowly along the wide river, with her kicking the walls if we got too close. She was wire and muscle and moreso on the inside. She clamped on my dick. She rolled her hips and we migrated around The Castle.
I had trouble slowing myself, regulating my pleasure. I came pretty rapidly inside her. I kept fucking. She kept rocking into me. Her voice was sweet. She told me, between kisses, how strong I felt on top of her. I came again.
“I can keep going.” I was amazed with myself. A handjob in the cart, a blowjob by the beach bar, twice in the wave and running towards three on the river. That was fast approaching my seventeen year old record. I was not that teenager anymore.
“Yeah, it’s amazing.” She was breathing with rapid little inhalations. She exhaled in long cool streams. “Even warmed up, this is a lot for me.” She was kicking with her heel and sending us into a spin. I ran my hand up her face, combing her tangle of hair out of her face.
I hadn’t been seeing her for as young as she looked. I felt almost guilty. If her eyes were radiant with praise, I might have calculated our age difference. I tried raising up, the raft tilted in the water. I leaned back forward.
“Master!” She panted. “Oh, keep it going. Keep it going.”
I had no intention of stopping. Her calling me Master again set hairs up on the back of my neck. I was jolted by the concept more than the word. I grinned and fucked her harder. I could feel myself building again. She started to cum.
Traci liked licking me as she splashed up a storm with her feet. I hadn’t noticed her gripping the edges of the raft with white knuckles. I just kept fucking through the spasms. She was all muscle fibres and twitching. Her squeezing tightness felt like it wasn’t sure if it wanted me in or out of her. Our mess pooled on the raft.
Zenya had orgasmed with a lot of breathless noise. Rolling her shoulders and snorting pool water. I would squeeze tight and spray out. I’d get lost in a pressure beyond my eyes as my guts grew tight and my muscles pulled too hard. That warmth, comfort, and finishing never truly hit me afterwards.
I witnessed the seizing in Traci’s face. She spittled as she growled. She didn’t bark but I didn’t have a better word for it. It made me smile. I kept pumping, and, in the glimpses of Traci’s bright blue eyes, I couldn’t help but thinking about Shani.
How did she cum? Was she rolling and shaking and panting and spitting? Did she scream? I never heard her when I had visited my brother. They had never stayed in my little apartment. I wondered if her little rasp got worse as I made her cum. As I made her pregnant.
I fired a third shot and was starting to get shaky. I slumped on Traci who was constricting my chest. “Oh my God!” She moaned warmly.
“How was that?”
“I never want to leave.” She said with such frightening honesty. She never wanted to leave the island or me. She could only answer me, so I didn’t ask. There were get on stop off points all along the river. I didn’t feel like riding out the rest of the ninety minute tour.
“What about the raft?” I asked as we staggered up steps.
“The drones will take care of it.” Traci claimed, we were across from the hamburger joint. I needed energy. There was no chasing an energetic blonde as we slumped over to our table and Kelsey came to see us.
“Your clothes are gone.” The twenty something beamed. “Color me surprised.”
“Ugh…” I just grinned at Kelsey.
“Right, I’ll get you a coffee.”
“Cover mine in whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles!” Traci shouted at her. Kelsey flipped her the bird.
“Great service.” I laughed.
“She’d be all lovey and professional if you’d shown up with different clothes and a cock less covered in my girl juice.” Traci explained. “Or maybe it’s just The Castle?”
“So, it’s not just Kelsey?” I asked.
“It’s all her.” Traci assured me. “I’ve never eaten here before, but I am so spending one my cheat days here.”
“Cheat days?”
“You really are fucked up.” She stroked my chin.
“A little.” I deflected.
“Every two weeks, we can go get something sweet or fatty or pasta.” She shrugged. Answering the question. “Otherwise it’s all small portions and healthy food. If a guest wants us to join him for dinner we’d eat with him. If I wasn’t sharing a cup with you, I wouldn’t be having my coffee any way but black.”
“I used to drink black coffee.” I remembered cutting back expenses by brewing my own instead of mornings at the Starbucks across from work. Black because cream and sugar made that coffee shot even cheaper.
“One shot of cream and one sugar.” She laid it in front of me. “And one hyper-diabetic.”
“You are my favorite whore!” Traci squealed and it really sounded like an honest endearment. I looked back to Kelsey. She was tall, green eyed, blonde, nearing 30 and stacked. She wore a wedding band. I was about to ask.
“Kelsey, I’m going to fuck you on the table.” I announced. The spark in her eyes and the excitement was different but matched Traci’s. She hurried out of her top.
“How about we use this table?” She stepped to the left and shook the table across from me. “Don’t want to spill your coffee.”
“What would I do without you?”
“A tropical island’s worth of women.” She quipped as she stripped down her pants.
“Yeah, I guess I would.” I felt confident as I strode across, grabbed her hips and hefted her up onto the table. She reached around my neck and crossed her wrists. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”
“You’re incredibly rich.” She teased back. “It’s not fair that you’re handsome too!”
“Sure it is, I worked very hard for all of this handsome.” I yanked away her bottoms and Traci picked them off Kelsey’s left ankle. I slapped down on her breastbone and laid her out on the table.
“Oh, that’s what makes this all worthwhile!” She gasped. I squeezed her thighs against my hips and started swinging. The table’s metal legs squeaked but it was clearly designed to hold two people fucking.
“Here, sip, it’s hot.” Traci came up to my side and slowly fed me my coffee. I had fucked her on the river in a slow and warm way. I fucked Kelsey quick and cold. There were still a few things I needed to see. I wanted to leave her high and dry. My first college girlfriend had flipped out when I, drunk for the first time, didn’t get her off one night. She’d thrown my TV onto the floor.
Kelsey was no help. She was on a short fuse and loved me. I tried to be detached but this wavy haired married blonde was whipping her ass up and down. She sat up on her elbows. She stared me deep in the eye. They were green, beautiful, and fawning warmly at me.
I had more control now. The nervousness with Nastya and the suddenness with Dakota were gone. I had been a spark to Zenya’s gasoline. I had mounted Traci at the end of my rope. Kelsey was whim-fuck, one I hadn’t built up to after finishing with Traci.
“Oh God!” She prayed. “Oh my God!”
Her tits bounced more wildly than any I had seen in the wave pool. She had fat nipples on heaving tanned breasts. There wasn’t a tanline to be seen on island like I expected. Among my working girls at least. Maybe if I pulled off her wedding band.
“You’re a hot little slut.” I taunted her. It didn’t come readily to me to debase her. “My little whore.”
“Yes! Oh God!” She bellowed. She was cumming as quick as I had with Traci. I looked to my little blonde she offered me another sip of my coffee. I fell further out of my depth.
I had wanted to mount Kelsey and just blast a gob into her guts and fuck off. She dragged me into a good fuck despite my worst intentions. I was dipping over her. I was slamming into her. I was trying to kiss her. She grabbed my head and drove her tongue right into my mouth.
She came again, muttering for Jesus, as our kiss broke. I crafted half a smile. I lifted her ass off the table. I loved the feeling of her muscle and skin in my hands. Traci was softer and even a bit firmer, but Kelsey was more womanly.
I breathed in short breaths. My heartbeat hammered against my ribs. I sweated in the tropical heat. She wouldn’t let her eyes drift closed. She couldn’t stop her efforts to fuck me. She was only on the table with heels of her hands. I took another shot off coffee from Traci.
I had been eager to pump and to dump but I was taking my time to build to ignition. I just felt good. I just felt right. I fucked her pretty hard but I fucked her steady.
“How long do you got here?” I asked her.
“I’m running on nine months.” She was in the valley between orgasms and she was starry-eyed as she revered me.
“I kept you.” I noticed. I could feel why. I looked down to the ring on her finger. I didn’t ask. I burned to know. It was a hurdle I was kicking over and not jumping as I fucked towards completion.
She shivered again. Jesus’s name hit another octave. I turned for another bit of coffee.
“Fuck! Jesus, Traci! Fuck!” I was laughing as I snorted out the noseful of whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles that had invaded. I dropped Kelsey. Her butt hit the table and my cock slipped free.
“Yours was empty. Sorry.” Traci tried to apologize. Her giggling made her tits bounce.
“OK, but—” Kelsey had spun in the puddle she had left on the table. Her face went on my dick with lightning speed.
“Here you are!” Ellie was overjoyed as she ran over and wrenched a fistful of Kelsey’s hair. Skull bounced off abdomen. My cock reached into the waitress’s throat.
“Where’s Zenya?” I moaned and muttered. Kelsey’s tongue ran wild around my cock. She gargled with me inside her throat. I staggered.
“She’s running your shorts and keys to The Castle gates. That way we’ll have them when we go to dinner with Olivia.”
“I’m too full for dinner.” I moaned.
“You’re not the only one.”
“Garth said seven,” Ellie reminded me. I had no clue as to the time. It was still mostly sunny out. “It takes 4 minutes to cart between places. We got three hours and then some.”
Kelsey trooped on around my dick as I discussed plans. It was surreal and I heaved and grabbed the table. Ellie kept screwing Kelsey’s head around my cock. Traci drank her coffee. I could feel myself going cross-eyed.
“He’s cumming!” Ellie erupted in joy. I sputtered a meager offering onto Kelsey’s tongue. I had made a mess in the cart with Nastya. I couldn’t imagine there was much left by now. Ellie petted Kelsey like a dog. I was almost amazed she wasn’t cooing, “Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl?”
“Is there no waitress?” A tall skinny man with big nose and some darker skinned Asian girls asked as he looked around.
“She’s with a customer.” Traci gestured to Kelsey who was rolling onto her back as she swallowed.
“Oh, can I get a fresh one?” He asked.
“Of course. Another Japanese girl?” Traci skipped over to the restaurant and picked up a phone. Ellie grabbed my elbow.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I want a turn,” She beamed, “Let’s go on the roller coaster!”
“You’re going to suck my dick on a roller coaster?” I abandoned Kelsey and Traci as a naked Ellie led me away from the burger shack.
“What and break my neck as I chomp your cock off at the first spiral?”
“No thank you.”
“If you need another blowjob, I know exactly where to go.” She beamed. She took a surprise right and I jogged up beside her.
“Uh, where?”
She spun on her heels and walked backwards with her mischievous grin. “The house of mirrors.”
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