Paradise Isle Vanilla Pt 03

Paradise Isle, Vanilla Pt 03

(Loving couple, BE, Paradise Isle) Fascinating times

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of Vanilla, first.

As soon as Callie and Grant exited the shuttle at the fet resort, they began to understand what all the fuss was about. About half of the guests there looked perfectly normal, like them, but the other half were undoubtedly into sex on another level.

Every fetish they'd ever heard of, and some they hadn't, was represented in the men and women they saw as they followed the signs posted along the pathways toward the designated restaurant.

As they walked along, they resisted the urge to comment, but they couldn't help but stare at the kinky people they encountered.

And Grant's cock uncontrollably hardened and pushed at his swim suit. It was embarrassing, but he was helpless.

Callie took time out to giggle at him.

In those moments when they weren't distracted by guests, they scanned the resort. It's central courtyard, the playground, wasn't as elaborate as the other resorts. The pool was of a more simplistic design, but the place was still beautiful and there were islands with bars and restaurants randomly scattered around the pool.

It was just that they were filled with very sexy and often bizarre men and women.

There was certainly a larger percentage of fully nude guests around, as well.

Grant saw women with huge breasts, and unbelievable hourglass bodies. And they were often covered in tattoos and piercings sporting pretty or heavy jewelry.

Callie was more intrigued by the costumes some of them wore. Women and men in latex outfits that covered some or all of their bodies. She couldn't figure out how they could stand the heat dressed as they were.

And there were other getups as well. She saw ponies, and pets, and even a pair of mermaids in the pool - well one of them was a merman...

And they both saw slaves, on leashes with collars and cuffs, with masters and mistresses leading and occasionally mistreating their property.

Callie felt sorry for the female slaves, but surprisingly, she didn't seem to feel the same way about the males. She assumed that they were, without-a-doubt, voluntary.

Eventually, they arrived at the restaurant and after scanning the array of tables, they spotted Everett waving at them. Ember was sitting beside him, pacifier in place.

By that point they were used to Ember's process for speaking and eating. She always seemed so casual and well-practiced at removing her plug, holding it aside, and then returning it to her mouth. Always within the one-minute requirement. It was no longer so very bizarre to them, and apparently to the guests around them, as well. None of them stared or commented.

Of course, amongst the folks there at the fet resort, her situation probably wasn't all that special.

After hugs and kisses, the four of them settled in to enjoy a nice meal, accompanied by interesting conversation, as they curiously observed the people around them. Although Ember certainly qualified as fetishy, she and Ember were as fascinated by the sights as were Grant and Callie.

The foursome casually discussed each of the kinks as they were spotted among the diners or on the pathways. There was a lot of giggling and laughing as well as some serious deliberation on the motivation or practicality of the subject's arrangement. All good fun.

Callie and Grant received quite an education in remarkable and bizarre sexual fetishes and behaviors. Some of the kinks were off-putting, or downright disgusting. But they were surprised and a little embarrassed to admit that they found others of the practices intriguing and arousing.

Eventually, tired and a bit overwhelmed they said their goodbyes and headed for the shuttle stop. Grant walked away still fascinated by Ember's pacifier.

Riding the bus back to their resort, they giggled about how horny they were. More than ever before; anxious for a fuck.

Deposited by the shuttle back on home ground, it was all they could do to hold back from screwing in the bushes just off the pathway.

Inside their suite they laughingly dove into the bed, and screwed their brains out. As always, thanks to their nanite enhancement and the insanely sexy and arousing folks around the fet resort, they enjoyed every second of it.

"And we thought Ember was insanely kinky..." Grant moaned, after they'd finished fucking, and before they passed out.

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Callie woke up late. The sun was up and bright, and when she looked, Grant was lying on his side staring at her.

He smiled, "good morning, my love."

"Good morning," she replied leaning over to exchange a kiss.

"I was just lying here admiring your new breasts. They look fantastic, you know."

"I'm kind of proud of them, myself. And looking forward to getting home and shopping for new clothes."

"To show them off?" he asked with a lusty smile.

She sighed and smiled. "Yes, some."

"A lot."

"You're such a stud. All you think about is sex."

He laughed. "Of course. Between the nanites and all the folks and fetishes around here, how can you blame me?"

She shook her head, amazed. "I feel the same way. Horny all the time."

"Yup," he replied as he rolled onto her and kissed her, before sliding further down to position his head over her chest. She shivered when she felt his lips on her nipple. Her breasts were becoming a much more important aspect of her body and of her sexual pleasure, now that they were larger and attention-getting. She liked that a lot.

For this session, after he had gotten her fully excited, Callie decided to take control and go for a ride. When he shifted to settle between her legs, she surprised him by sliding out from beneath him and pushed him onto his back. Then she swung a leg over and sat on his thighs. She leaned forward and gave him a loving kiss, before sitting back p and lowering her pussy down onto his standing cock. He smiled angelically as he felt her pussy hugging his prick, and reached up to again grab hold of her beautiful breasts as she began pumping up and down on him.

She was loving it. Her thighs were getting a workout, but so was her pussy, and as always, these days, they didn't have to keep it up for long before they both exploded into fantastic orgasms.

Finished, she pushed her legs out and down so she could lay on top of him, while his cock was still hard enough to stay inside her.

She rested her head on his shoulder as they caught their breaths, and he slowly shrunk and slid out.

Lying there beneath her, Grant enjoyed both the feel of her pussy and the pressure of her breasts on his chest.

He was so very pleased by his wife's new chest. He had always loved her, and now he loved her even more.

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Over breakfast they resumed their review of all the things they'd observed during yesterday's visit to the fet resort. It was an entertaining pastime.

They confessed to each other that many of the people and things they'd seen had turned them on. Only a few of the wilder fetishes had been considered too bizarre to be interesting, attractive or arousing.

It was a surprise, really. They had always been so 'normal' when it came to sex and overall behavior, but now, after barely a week on Paradise Isle, they sensed important changes in their sexual fantasies. It was both thrilling and a little scarry.

After just a week on this crazy, pornographic island their outlook on life, and sex had changed considerably.

+++++++++++

For the next two days, they simply enjoyed themselves, the resort and frequent screwing. Their orgasms were always wonderful - literally mind-boggling. After their session, they'd both wind up exhausted but happy.

After recovering, they'd resume their fun-filled time at the resort. Playing in the pool or the ocean, on the tennis court, or just lying about, sunning and people watching. The other guests, as sexy and good looking as they were, aroused them and encouraged yet another session of lovemaking.

It was only after cumming that Grant could walk around without worrying about the bulge in his swim suit. AT all other times he had trouble hiding his hard or semi-hard cock. Despite Callie's assurances that nobody cared, he remained embarrassed.

After another session in the surf, they decided the experience, although fun, wouldn't be repeated, too much sand accumulated in places where it became troublesome, even painful. With that in mind they began spending more time in the pool. It was even larger than they had imagined. Not only did it run around the whole circumference of the central courtyard, the 'playground', it also wound in and around all the artificial islands that carried the restaurants bars and lounging spaces that provided the 'play' in playground.

Quaint little bridges, hiding semi-private, shady spots, where couples often rested, and screwed, connected the islands to each other, and the walkways that wandered around and through the drops of solid ground.

Some of those islands were huge, supporting nice large eateries. Others were smaller, and comfortable.

It was indeed a glorious place.

While exploring the shores, they found a little, semi-private cove, just big enough for two people to lay back against the side and screw. It seemed more comfortably private than a bridge tunnel, as there was no foot traffic of people walking overhead. Although the one time they did hide and fuck underneath a bridge, that traffic somehow added a little additional spice to their session.

They wound up visiting 'their' cove several times, as the days passed, learning to ignore the occasional couple floating by.

During one session a mermaid, a woman with a fish's tail swam up and even though they were mid-fuck., She actually struck up a conversation, that they tried to ignore; just keeping at it. Grant did little other than grunt, but Callie, fascinated by the girl, was actually able to talk for a couple minutes, before the nosey fish swam off.

After their orgasms, and a short recovery time, Grant chuckled, "that was weird."

Callie laughed. "The mermaid or that we could still screw with her there chatting?"

"Both, I guess."

"I think she was lovely. I always dreamed of being a mermaid, after seeing the Disney movie.

"But I agree it was weird that we could ignore her and keep enjoying our sex."

"Well, you talked to her," he replied chuckling some more. "I was too busy."

"The audience didn't stop me from enjoying myself," she admitted.

He laughed. "Nymphomaniac." Then kissed her.

She kissed him back, thinking about how much they'd changed.

+++++++++++

That evening, they were relaxing in the room after yet another fantastic sex session. They really couldn't get enough! The only limiting factor was his ability to recharge - it took hours for his balls to refill. She always harassed him about it, bragging, "I can orgasm as many times as I want."

H shrugged. "Some guys claim that it only takes them minutes or an hour before they're ready for more. But that's not me."

"I love you anyways."

She got herself a drink and came over and sat next to him on the bed. "I was reading a pamphlet from the spa. Apparently their most popular treatment is permanent hair removal. I noticed a lot of hairless skin on many of the other women."

"Oh?" He liked that she kept her pussy bare. It looked so sexy and it was easier and more fun to lick her there.

"Yes, and they use nanites for it. A different class from the ones we got. They can target any hair, anywhere, and ensure nothing ever grows back."

"That sounds good, no more shaving or whatever.," he replied, intrigued with where this was going.

"I'm thinking about doing my entire body."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not? No more shaving my legs, my pits or my pussy. And I'll get rid of the fuzz on my arms, too.

"I like the idea."

"I like it too." He said, smiling.

His smile faltered when she continued. "I like the idea for you too."

"Huh? Me?"

"Yes. I've seen some of the men here who are hairless. And I like the way they look.

"You know how much I hate your pubes, when they get in my mouth. It would encourage me to suck on you more often."

He smiled weakly. "I'm all for that, but are you suggesting I do my whole body, like you?" he asked, fearfully.

"Yes, I am. Do It for me."

Damn, he thought, she was really serious. The 'do it for me' line was her way of turning a request into a requirement.

"But people at home will see when I'm in shorts or at the pool," he whined.

"So? That won't be as big a deal as when they see me and my new chest."

He sighed. He could imagine how tough that will be for her. He'd have to come up with some story for his friends.

She leaned in and kissed him. "And you could even get your whiskers removed. No more shaving. You do always complain about that chore."

She was right about that. He did hate shaving every damn day.

"I'll call Elena to make reservations for the both of us," she said as if it was a done deal.

"All right," he said, surrendering.

Just a few hours later they walked into the resort's expansive spa for their appointments.

It only took a half-hour, and most of that time was spent in discussions with the technician and filling in the paperwork.

After that they each received an injection of the tailored nanite set that would shut down their hair follicles everywhere but their head-hair, eyebrows and eyelashes.

"The nanites will hit their end-of-life in five years, but by that time all of your follicles will be dead, never to return," the tech explained.

"Try and take showers, or swim in the pool or the ocean, several times a day for the next couple. Your hair will just wash away, never to return," she told them happily as she inserted the nanites into their bloodstreams.

Callie giggled. "That will be great!"

Grant just nodded.

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They spent the rest of that day like they did the past couple, lounging around the resort. Tired of the beach, they found a covered lounge on one of the pool's islands, and settled in to read, watch the sights, and screw. For lunch Grant wandered over to a restaurant and brought back burgers, and drinks.

Occasionally they dunked into the pool to cool off.

Finally, late in the day they wandered back to the suite to clean-up for dinner. Ready for a nice meal, they headed out to the steakhouse in the main building for a couple of filets.

The place was crowded, and they had to wait at the bar for a table, but no matter, they were happy and enjoying themselves, as well as the people and the place.

The couple seated next to them were also waiting for a table and they were friendly and easy to talk to. They reported that they had only just arrived and were still trying to figure the place out.

"I can't get over all of the beautiful and kinky people," the woman said. She was obviously excited, but still somewhat shocked by it all.

"We knew it would be sexy. That's why we picked this place," her husband reminded her.

"I know, we felt the same way," Callie replied. "It took us a while to relax and enjoy the sights, and the sex," she finished with a giggle.

"And it took me even longer to get comfortable wandering around topless," she added. She didn't admit to having her breasts made larger and more luscious by the nanite procedure.

The woman blushed, just thinking about wandering around topless in front of everybody.

"There is something magical about the place and the people. I think it affects everybody. We're all more horny than ever," Grant said with a smile. "I hope that's why you came."

"It is." The guy nodded, happily.

The other couple left them when the hostess called them.

"They seemed nice," Callie commented after they'd gone.

"Yes, like we were when we first arrived."

"Shy and vanilla?" she replied, laughing.

"And not constantly horny, and without enhancements."

She laughed harder. "Gotta love those magical nanites..."

Their meal was excellent and seated in a booth, side by side, they spent their time cuddling and kissing while they ate and drank.

+++++++++++

After dinner, they slid once again into the pool and began a lazy swim toward their favorite under-water sex hide-away.

They had just arrived and begun stripping off their suits when the same mermaid swam up.

This time, not so distracted, Grant got a better look. The woman was literally a mermaid - just like in the movies. She was beautiful with long flowing hair, large breasts - bigger than Callie's, and her bottom half was all fish - covered in pretty blueish-silver scales.

And she swam perfectly and naturally, like she really was half-fish. Absolutely fascinating.

Callie was again fascinated, and delighted as well. She smiled and said hello as she turned from Grant to hold out a hand. "I loved Ariel when I was a little girl," Callie gushed, laughing happily.

The mermaid giggled, "I think every little girl loved her and wanted to be her.

"And I've been able to live that dream. Here on the island, I am Ariel."

She then swam closer and pulled Callie into a hug. Callie was enchanted.

Grant just stood there in the shallows watching, getting harder, until Ariel released his wife, and drifted over to hug him as well. He liked that. Her breasts felt great, pressing into his chest, and his cock rubbed against the soft scales of her fishy belly.

Ariel giggled; she must have felt the contact. She gently pushed him away and drifted back a bit to face the two of them.

"I work here at the resorts, in guest relations. I remembered seeing you two here the other day. You're clearly enjoying your stay."

They both blushed at being caught screwing in public. It wasn't something they were used to.

Ariel giggled. "Don't worry, everyone fucks flagrantly around here. Enjoy yourselves. I do it all the time. In fact, as a mermaid, that's the only way I can enjoy sex."

Grant's cock grew even harder, if that was possible. He lost focus as he imagined mermaid sex.

Callie was also curious. "We have been. Screwing flagrantly, I mean," she admitted with a giggle.

"But we haven't met any beautiful mermaids before you."

Ariel nodded. "We're around. There's a guest package where women and men become mermaids for the duration of their stay. We even have suites designed just for us.

"Mermaids can only be out of the water for very limited amounts of time. We have to stay in the water, even sleep in the water."

"Oh, my," Callie muttered, imagining the life restrictions.

"How do you sleep in the water without drowning?" Grant asked, curious.

"In our suites we have pools with built in lounges that keep our heads out but our bodies in."

"Oh, wow." Callie said, absolutely fascinated.

"And before you ask. In our little pools and in a couple of spots around the big pools we have mermaid toilet facilities. So, we don't pee in the pool." She laughed. "But I won't bore you with the details."

Grant tried to picture a mermaid toilet; couldn't, but didn't want to ask.

Callie was now even more fascinated. She reached over to hold the girl's hand. "So, Ariel, how did you become a mermaid, and what do you do here in guest relations?"

Ariel giggled again. Callie loved the sound, as much as she did the lovely mermaid.

"I spend my days visiting with all the wonderful people. I teach swimming, play, and race, and try to ensure everyone has fun.

"As to how I became a full-time mermaid; I came as a guest with my husband. On a whim, I signed up for the mermaid package, and absolutely loved it. Management spotted me, and saw how good I was at it, so they offered me a job."