Naked we ride our jet ski across the calm waters of the lagoon toward the tiki torches that mark the reef island where orgies are held every Friday night. I enjoy the sensations of the wind in my hair and Zoe's large breasts pressing into my back as her arms wrap around me to cup my balls with one hand and gently stroke my hard, thick cock with the other.
Zoe's soft lips brush against my right ear as she whispers, "I'm so horny, Serge. Are you ready to have anyone anyway you want tonight? I know that I'm hot enough to fuck every man there and every woman too. Are you going to watch me while I am being fucked in every hole I have by complete strangers?" She then toys with the rings in my pierced cock and balls before giving my cock a sensuous squeeze. "Ummmm, all the women you fuck tonight will enjoy these rings as they slide up and down their wet, cum filled pussies, Lover; I know I do. Will you mind when I watch as your cock slides in and out of some nameless woman's cunt?"
My cock gets even harder as I reach behind with my left hand to feel between Zoe's wide spread legs. Her freshly shaved cunt is dripping with her sweet nectar and my finger slides easily into her wet hole before it slips up to flick her already engorged clit which is sticking out from under its pierced hood. The heavy ring she has chosen for tonight must have been bouncing on her clit since we left the pier at the resort; driving her crazy with desire. Zoe starts rubbing her clit on my finger until she quickly cums; dripping even more of her sweet juices onto my hand and the seat below her. "Oh fuck, that's better; I was so horny from this clit ring. Thank you Serge, you are always so thoughtful. That's why I love you so."
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We are both vibrating with excitement as we approach the island's beach and our first orgy experience. The rules for Orgy Island were explained to us before we agreed to attend and the three main ones are quite simple and succinct: Arrive nude. Agree to have sex with any person that asks. If you say no; leave. We understand the meaning of the three rules; don't watch, participate. There are others with the main one being that the resorts doctor has to certify you free of any STD; there are no condoms allowed on the island, so, if a woman get pregnant it's her own fault.
"Are you ready for this, Zoe?" I ask when we are closer to shore. "The only way off this island is by saying no or tomorrow's sunrise. Remember our bet; the first person to say no leaves while the winner gets a slave for a week."
Zoe laughs lustfully and replies, "MMMM, I'm going to love you calling me Mistress and for a full week too. Can you last to sunrise without saying no, Serge?" She then toyfully slides a wet finger down the crack of my ass.
"We'll see who's here at sun rise," I answer as I push on the throttle to drive the small boat up onto the beach then cut the engine. We step off onto the beach and look around us. Across the lagoon is the resort; beautifully lit by torches and lights. Turning back to the beach there is a dock for the shuttle boat and two tiki torches showing where the path to the other side of the small island begins.
"Let's go get royally fucked!" Zoe yells as she pulls me toward the torch lit path.
Needing no more urging I join her with my hard cock swaying heavily in front of me as we pass between the torches to walk up the short path through dense tropical foliage to the other side of the island. We emerge into a small palm grove with a view of the ocean and the waves breaking over the coral reef. At the back of the grove is a pavilion; one wall and many pillars holding up a tall pointed palm thatched roof. On the back wall is a long curving bar with stools in front of it; half of which are in a hot tub big enough to hold at least forty people. Closer to us are regular tables and chairs. The main feature, though, is all the beds with, front and centre like a stage, a king sized round bed covered with black satin under a bright gas lantern and surrounded by torches on the pillars near it. Behind it are more than a dozen other regular shaped beds ranging in size from singles to kings; all covered with black satin. Farther back there are more beds out under the palms in the dark and covered with white satin. "Well it looks like no one is worried about cum stains here," I quip.
There are some forty couples about the pavilion with more coming on each shuttle boat. Six or more bare breasted island waitresses move about delivering drinks on their trays wearing, not the usual short sarongs in the resort's colours but, thin silver chains around their hips holding tiny squares of gossamer thin cloth that pretend to cover their sex while leaving their pretty asses totally exposed. I learn a little later that when an islander wears a loincloth, like we see tonight, it means that she, or he, is open to having sex with the guests but always at the islander's discretion.
We have some friends here; there are Nicole and Simon a beautiful black couple from Kenya at the bar by the hot tub pool. They sit with their backs to the bar talking to Sonia a tall blonde from Denmark and her dark and swarthy friend, Alexis, from Greece who are sitting on stools next to them in the pool. Nicole has her hand wrapped around her man's huge black cock and is slowly stroking it while she absentmindedly toys with her large breasts with the other. Tiny Meiko from Japan with her well built boyfriend Yoshie are in the hot tub as well and at a table with a mug of beer in his hand is Mick from Coober Pede, Australia talking to another man whose lady friend is sitting on his lap slowly rocking back and forth. I look closer to see that Mick has his legs spread wide and a dark haired women's head is bobbing up and down on his cock between them. "Trust an Ausie," I think to myself. "He probably calls her Sheila."
"Look there they are, Serge. Over at the end of the bar; yes that's them, you can't miss Lydia and Harold and look they've saved us some stools beside them. Iman and Jean Claude are there too. We're late; we were supposed to meet them ages ago."
"Like Iman said when we first arrived; you can't be late on an island," I answer as we weave our way through the tables to the bar. At one large table I hear six couples debating whether a man's tongue or his finger can get a woman off faster as we pass. One woman demands a contest to prove the point one way or the other; changing the argument to how to make the contest truly random and should it be on the round bed at centre stage.