Chapter 5

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.