Note to readers: This story is in the Novels section because it is on the longer side for this site, and because the story herein crosses several categories of sexuality, even within each chapter, beginning with "Fantasy." All people in sexual situations are 18 or older.
CHAPTER 2: THE ISLAND
If one word could have described the island, it would have been "fertile."
More kinds of animals than the two non-natives who had come to the island had ever seen flourished there. Birds of brilliant colors, in every size from a bird you could hold in your hand to giant birds bigger than human beings filled the air. Dazzling red, orange, pink, yellow and white flowers grew everywhere, with butterflies and bees flying around them. Vegetation was so thick that someone could get lost within 20 steps. The island had multiple-colored snakes and lizards. Mammals ranging in size from small dogs to cows roamed the forests.
The weather was ideal for a tropical region. The high temperature rarely varied regardless of the time of year, but the heat was accompanied by ocean breezes. There were neither dry nor rainy seasons. It rained every few days, usually in nighttime thunderstorms with spectacular lightning streaking across the sky.
The island had a mountain toward its east end, from which a river flowed down by several waterfalls toward the west, almost cutting the island in two. A few lakes dotted the forested terrain.
Rick was a biologist, and Summer was an anthropologist, two Ph.D. candidates employed by a mysterious billionaire to explore the island, the existence of which only he seemed to know. Following the most invasive medical exam of their entire lives — a test that seemed extremely sexual in nature, starting from all the examinations being conducted while they were nude — a private submarine took them to the island, then left. They found a place to live and then slowly introduced themselves to the island's aboriginal inhabitants, taking care to not interfere with the native culture.
Rick and Summer were not the same people who had arrived on the island nearly a year earlier.
Rick's body had lost its civilization flab. His short brown hair had grown considerably and lightened with the sun, and his skin, originally white because fluorescent lights don't give you a tan, was bronzed by the constant sun. He was in the best physical shape of his life. He had been slightly nearsighted when he arrived, but now his vision seemed perfect.
Summer had changed too. Her hair, primly blonde and neat, had grown outward and curly in the jungle heat and humidity. She too had been bronzed by the sun. Rick found her much more attractive than when they met, but Summer seemed uninterested in pursuing a personal relationship with him.
As their time on the island grew, they naturally accepted the islanders's customs as the islanders grew to accept them. One was the relatively infrequent wearing of clothes beyond loincloths that barely covered men's genitalia, or women's short skirts, some of which covered only to their own sex. The women's hair would occasionally cover their breasts, but if their hair moved and exposed them, it was as inconsequential as the sun rising the next day. Some women wore chains that connected their breasts by nipple rings. Some of either sex would wear necklaces with shells from the ocean.
Everyone, it seemed, swam in the ocean or river that divided the island nude. They ran nude and played games nude. Everyone also seemed to sleep nude.
And yet they didn't meet a Western definition of nudist, someone who didn't see a bare body as a sexual object, perhaps because most nudists have bodies no one else wants to see. Every islander was in superb condition, with toned bodies in various shades of brown. Most of the islanders had dark eyes, though a few interestingly had eyes the color of the ocean around the island. And everyone seemed horny. Women walked with their hips tantalizingly swaying. Men walked proudly, their genitals full behind their loincloths, if they wore them.
Other than swimming around the island or across the river in races, the most popular game the men played appeared to be wrestling. Two men, their bodies oiled, faced off, each trying and failing to get a hold of the other, before one finally took down the other. They writhed together trying to push the other onto his back and then shoulders to get the victory.
Rick and Summer were surprised when they saw what happened after a match. The loser embraced the winner, but the embrace seemed to last longer than it should have. And then the loser stepped back, revealing that the winner had a large erection. The loser put his lips on the winner's cock, and as the crowd cheered, the loser sucked until the winner's hips bucked into his face.
Another match concluded with the winner appearing to mount the loser, running his cock between the loser's ass cheeks. After a while of the simulated sex, the winner stepped back, having ejaculated all over the loser's ass. The audience cheered.
The two stood up, the winner before the loser. The winner playfully slapped the loser's ass. The loser smiled, the winner laughed, and they walked off together.
Rick had taken to wearing only a pair of pants with most of the legs cut off and boots, which was as close as he felt like getting to the loincloths the bare-chested men wore. Summer cut off her pants too but didn't wish to go around bare-chested like the women did.
Though islanders varied from light brown to pitch black in skin color — islanders seemed to include features from Africa, Asia and Latin America — Rick and Summer were the only white-skinned people on the island. As such they attracted a fair amount of curious looks, though never hostile or impolite.
Their research was mostly inside of their heads. They had brought to the island a solar-powered generator to recharge their computers. Not long after they arrived, the generator was struck by lightning and destroyed. All of their equipment had then slowly died after their batteries drained.
"The rituals of this tribe are fascinating," Summer was saying. "They all seem tied to human biology. I found out that the women get pregnant by thinking about ... opening their wombs."
Rick gave her a skeptical look.
"It's true," she said. "Or at least that's what they say. Apparently the women ovulate only when they reach climax. But to do that they ... think about releasing eggs. And then it happens. Or so they say."
"That would solve a lot of problems of civilization if that's true," he said, including overpopulation. There were not a lot of children, but then again there weren't many old islanders. It seemed as though the number was relatively constant, and the island was far from overpopulated. And everyone appeared to be in perfect health anyway, on an island of harmony unknown to the modern world.
If what the islanders claimed was true, it allowed anyone to have sex with anyone without the consequences of unwanted, by Western standards, pregnancies.
Young islanders went through what was called "kujakwauzeeshida" once they reached puberty.
"That's when they circumcise the males," she said. "Which is interesting because some people in our own society think that's mutilation. Of course, they don't do that to girls."
Rick let go the fact that in certain Muslim societies, they did mutilate girls by removing their clitorises, denying them sexual pleasure
"And then they swim in a part of the river they call 'Hatari,'" she said.
"Where is that?"
"I'm not sure. Apparently it's where no one swims."
"Maybe it's too wide, or the underwater current, or something."
Despite their relatively low percentage of the island population, it was hard to avoid groups of adolescents. Girls giggled as boys did the universal testosterone-driven things intended to impress friends of both sexes, like jumping on the backs of angry male beasts trying to ride them until they were thrown off, diving off tall trees into water, jumping from one high place to another, or swinging between trees. Sometimes someone would miss his target and go crashing to earth, leading to shouts from his audience, only to get up, seemingly uninjured, and repeat what he was trying to do without the crashing finish.
One day Rick was out walking when he saw a nude young woman lying on a log. He stood silently and watched as she raised up one leg. Then she reached between her legs and started to massage between her legs.
Rick watched, entranced. And then he leaned backwards and his foot stepped on a tree branch, snapping it loudly.
The woman's eyes opened and she turned in the direction of the sound, eyes wide. Their eyes met, and then she giggled at him.
She got off the tree, walked over to him and kissed him. She then took one of his hands and put it between her legs, pushing down so he would pierce her sex. When he did, he noticed how wet she was.
