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Subject: {ASSM} The Island Part 1A (M+F+ MM FF inc ped bi water beast anal oral )
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This is a work of adult fiction and should not be viewed by minors.  I am 
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Story Codes: M+F+ MM FF inc ped bi water beast anal oral

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This story disturbs me.

I was intrigued by the concept of writing outside your normal comfort 
bounds. In discussing the idea, a friend also challenged me, saying I should 
push my boundaries, at least once write about things that make me 
uncomfortable.

I have done so. In addition to your regular assortment of sex scenes, this 
story contains gay, straight, bi, incest, pedophilia, bestiality and even a 
hint of scat.

I said the story disturbs me. I think what disturbed me most was how easily 
it came to me. I suspect there are some dark, evil corners lurking around in 
my brain that might be best left hidden. I hope you will leave some honest 
comments.

I also hope you enjoy. It may be a long, long time before I write something 
like this again. If ever.

   Plump Lvr

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The Island

Chapter 1

The Island. That's all anyone ever called it, no one actually referred to it 
by it's real name. A remote island in the Caribbean, it was a tiny country 
unto itself. Just 25 miles long and 3 miles wide, it was lush, mostly flat 
with sandy white beaches and crystal blue ocean water.

It only had two industries: international banking, and catering to the 
decadent whims of the obscenely wealthy. It was able to keep it's low 
profile because tourism was strictly forbidden. People only came to the 
island for one of three reasons: they were doing business with one of the 
banks, they lived there, or they knew someone who lived there. Immigration 
was tightly controlled, you either had to know someone or have a lot of 
money at the bank. Stress on 'a lot', most of the wealthy residents had 
balances in the half billion dollar range. Yes, billion with a B.

The center of the island was considered the main business district. There, 
the three international banks were to be found, along with the businesses 
that supported them. In the land between the business district and the 
beaches was a mixture of housing and retail shops / restaurants. The housing 
was for the island 'poor', the people who worked in the shops and 
restaurants, catering to the wealthy. 'Poor' is a misleading statement, 
since the average island worker earned a salary easily in the six figure 
range. But compared to people with holdings in the hundreds of millions...

Speaking of the wealthy, most of them lived in estates along the beaches. 
Catering to the whims of these folks was the main industry of the isle. 
Anything could be had for the right price. And legally too.

You see, on The Island almost everything was legal. Only murder and outright 
theft were against the law. Aside from that anything, and everything, was 
perfectly legal.

Drugs? Yep, no problem. Easily found, affordable, and often found in public. 
It wasn't unusual for someone to smoke a joint at the beach or in one of the 
outdoor eateries, or to pass a bong around at a party.

Sexual Perversion? Absofuckinlutely. Incest, sodomy, pedophilia, 
prostitution, watersports, bestiality, all were perfectly legal. Indeed, it 
was the perverted lusts of the island residents that helped to establish the 
elite community.

Let us not forget public sex and nudity either. Only in the 'downtown' 
business district was clothing the norm. Not required, just common. Outside 
this area, the most common outfit for ladies was a sheer sarong, tied low on 
the hips. Breasts were left bare, after the style of many island countries. 
Men too wore the sarong, but many preferred either a speedo or loose beach 
trunks. On the beaches, all out nudity was the standard. Not just nudity, 
sex acts were often performed on the beach for the enjoyment of the crowds.

The Island had it's dark side. If one wanted something bad enough, and was 
willing to pay for it, it could usually be obtained. There was a lot of 
money to be made, providing perverted sex acts to the businessmen and 
residents.

It was this openness, this freedom that attracted Frank and Ann Johnson. 
Frank had hit it big. The traditional story, a partner in a software firm 
that had been bought out for a huge sum of money. He then took that cash, 
and through some very wise investing was now worth close to one billion 
dollars.

Needing a great tax shelter to hide some of his money, a friend had 
recommended one of the banks on The Island to Frank. The was akin to the 
famous 'Swiss Banks', combined with an investment house. He was delighted, 
able to hide some of his money and make it grow.

His real delight came that evening at the hotel. When the manager found out 
it was his first time, he brought Frank into his office. He gently explained 
about the services available, even showing him a book of photos of people 
willing to have sex with him, for a price of course.

Frank's cock nearly exploded as he looked through the book. Boys, girls, 
teens, adults, women, men, all naked with randy descriptions of the sex acts 
they were willing to do. As sorely tempted as he was, he still held back, 
restrained by the inhibitions of the society he'd just left.

He thought about it all night, and the next morning knew what he wanted. He 
rushed home to Ann, telling her all about it. Together they knew The Island 
was the place to live, to fulfill their mutual lusty, perverted desires.


Chapter 2

Frank found a reason to return to the island, this time taking Ann with him. 
Frank had just turned 35, and was fit, on the slender side. At six foot two 
his blond hair and blue eyes made him attractive. He was not particularly 
well endowed, only a nice average six inches, but it kept Ann quite happy.

In her late 20's, Ann had short curly black hair and green eyes. She had 
always been a little on the chubby side, but not badly so. She had a large, 
curvy ass, and matching tits. DD cups with large pink nipples. Her pussy was 
covered in a thick layer of black hair, grown naturally to please Frank. A 
foot shorter than her husband, they had been married for five years. It was 
their unusual sexual interests that brought them together.

Their flight landed early in the morning, and Frank quickly took care of 
business. Returning to the resort motel, he was delighted when Ann greeted 
him in the lobby, having 'gone native'. She was clad only in a new sarong, 
her heavy breasts visible to all. Frank returned to his room and changed 
quickly, donning a pair of swim trunks. They set out together to explore the 
island.

They finally wound up walking along the beach about sunset. Ann reached 
down, undid her sarong and held it, enjoying the beach air on her nude body. 
In answer to her husbands glance, she said "Hey, what the fuck, go native 
right?"

"Sure, what the hell." He answered, and removed his own trunks. As they 
walked along the beach they came across a small crowd. Making their way in, 
they were shocked to see three couples having what appeared to be a small 
orgy right on the beach! In the crowd of onlookers they could see many 
people openly masturbating, and in two cases men were getting blowjobs, one 
by a girl, the other by a guy.

Before Frank realized what was going on, Ann was on her knees in front of 
him, her lips wrapped around his hard cock. As he watched all the fucking 
and sucking, his own cock was getting pleasured by his slutty wife. The 
erotic charge to the atmosphere quickly brought him to the edge. He let out 
a small grunt, shuddered, and emptied his load into Ann's eager mouth. She 
stood, kissing him deeply and sharing his load with him.

They broke off, then continued their walk down the beach hand in hand. Soon, 
in the setting sun they came across a slender blond woman, who seemed to be 
supervising two young kids, a boy and a girl. All were naked, and playing on 
the beach. Frank and Ann paused to watch them, an uncomfortable lust in 
their eyes.

As kids, both of them had participated in 'loving families'. From a very 
young age they had participated in sexual acts with their parents, siblings, 
and even other family members. Neither thought themselves abused, having 
loved the close attention.

As adults, they now yearned for those days when they could freely interact 
with younger people. To give love to anyone and everyone. "Cute aren't 
they?" the blond said, interrupting their thoughts.

"Yes, they are." Ann agreed.

"They're available, if you are interested."

"Available?" Frank answered, taken aback.

"Sure, you know. For fun. Any kind of fun. Jimmy there loves to suck cock, 
and Jenny has the sweetest tasting little pussy."

Frank and Ann were stunned at the openness of the comments. They were sorely 
tempted, but shocked enough that their mainland inhibitions caused Frank to 
say "Um, not tonight, but we'll keep them in mind."

"Sure, no prob." the blond answered. "C'mon kids, let's go this way..."

Returning to their motel room, Frank and Ann had one wild fuck.


Chapter 3

The next morning, Ann and Frank got dressed and headed to the island's 
immigration chief. They debated about it, and decided to go with island 
garb, Ann in a sarong and Frank in a swim suit so as to appear as native as 
possible.

It also turned out the immigration officer also happened to be the only real 
estate agent on the isle. A friendly man, Mr. Grayson was in his mid 
fifties, with gray hair, a plump belly and a twinkle in his eye. The call to 
dress native had been a good one, Mr. Grayson was wearing a speedo.

They expressed their desire to move to The Island. What followed was a four 
hour interview, in which the officer probed into every detail of their 
lives. A complete background check, both criminal and financial, and more. 
Some details got extremely personal, but Frank and Ann decided to hold 
nothing back, including their childhood experiences.

"I'm impressed." Mr. Grayson said finally. You seem like just the kind of 
folks we're looking for. Still, there is one more test. Please come with 
me." He led them to a small room with a TV. "For this, I must ask you to 
first off remove your clothes." The Johnsons looked at each other, shrugged, 
then did as he asked.

"Please be seated." As they were doing so, Mr. Grayson pulled sensors out of 
a box, and placed a few on each of their bodies. "These sensors will measure 
your reactions to some images I'm about to play. You may be able to lie to 
me, but these sensors won't. Now, I'll step out and start the video. Just 
watch, and relax."

The video started slow, but soon was blazing through erotic images of all 
types. Pedo, watersports, animals, images of all kinds of sex play danced on 
the screen. At first they were shocked at the explicit images going on 
before them. Soon though their hidden lusts and desires emerged. Frank soon 
had a full blown erection, the seat under Ann was wet from her crotch 
leaking it's lubrication. Both were breathing heavy as the video ended and 
the lights came back on.

Mr. Grayson walked back in. "So, what do you think." The couple looked at 
each other, then at their host. A savage grin came across Ann's face as she 
replied lustily "Looks like fun. Let's party."

Mr. Grayson smiled. "Welcome to the Island."


...continued...

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I hope you enjoyed this. If you got off while reading this, please let me 
know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can e-mail me at
plvr <at> mindspring.com . I welcome all correspondence (please, no spam or 
minors.)

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