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Sex on Manness Island.
The island would have passed undiscovered but for the fact that it held a magical secret. And that secret was, that it helped you overcome any sexual hang-up you cared to think about. Anything.
Some people had problems with getting it on with another human being. Man or woman, they just could not manage it. But here on Manness Island, you could find a solution.
Some said it was already buried here, like Pirate treasure. Some said it was brought here during the war, and some said it was inside you all along. You just had to find the best way of getting it out. And out it came.
The boy stepped off the light aircraft and looked at the sun-kissed beaches. Windswept and bleached white with the tropical sun, the Island was set Mid-Atlantic enough to attract wealthy Americans. But far enough away to attract the seriously rich. The top class hookers who came here had to make sure they got a kill, to justify the air-fair. But if they knew what they were doing, they made sure the businessmen got screwed over royally. The rest just got ridden on the beach for all to see.
John walked from the twin-engined plane and followed his Aunt to the hotel.
"Come on Jonny boy, keep up," laughed his Aunt, trying to keep the hat on her head. "Don't be such a nervous Mommy's boy. Anyone would think you were frightened in case you got grabbed by a woman?"
John just looked at the tarmac beneath him.
"God knows what they will make of you once they get you? Well, you might entertain someone once we get started?" Clearly, his Aunt let it be known that they were on Manness Island for her benefit and she didn't care what people made of her morality. As far as she was concerned life was too short, and sex was the only thing she was any good at. If that meant throwing herself at the men, then so be it. Only she had to do it off-shore where no one would recognize the wealthy family.
John followed his aunt across the small airfield to the hotel reception building. Built like a ship on the land and looking very art Neouvo, to set the scene. And what a scene it was. The rumour was that anything goes here. You left your morals on the mainland and explored something those people had found back in the 1920's.
As he walked through the doors, John caught a glimpse at the beaches to his right. For a moment he thought he saw lots of people down there on the sand, performing games. At least they looked like games? But he put that out of his mind and followed his aunt inside.
The hotel on Manness island was as lavish, and camp, and as over the top with trimmings as you could get. D****s flowed from the roof to cascade from the walls. The carpets were deep and soft, Odean quality pile, so people could walk barefoot, in order to entice them to de-robe as soon as possible.
Of course, you had to undergo an invasive medical test to be even allowed here. All the staff, even the cleaners. Everyone was checked for every sexually transmitted disease they could think of. After all, there was not one part of you which would not be probed here. So people were free to exchange bodily fluids as much as possible. But everything was wiped clean by the staff, even if they ended up as part of the entertainment.
Everyone was friendly enough, but as John was lead to his room, he thought the guests seemed reserved. He wondered why?
When John got to his room and looked out the window, he found out why.
The people on the beach, he had seen earlier, were certainly engaging in games, but games with each other. Every single one of them was engaged in sex. Sex with each other and sex with themselves. About 20 couples were performing on beach towels, locked in several positions, but mostly mounting each other Doggy-style. Some were performing the missionary position, but most were on all fours so they could look at each other.
Women looked at men mounting their partners from behind. Men looked at women being serviced on the sand. Some men were mounting each other, and there was even a row of bystanders who simply stood there masturbating. Watching it all with not a shred of shame.
John stood back from the window, not knowing what to make of it. He had never seen anything like it before. Not even on the porn channel. What sort of place was this?
Whatever it was, it was clearly to do with sex.
Just then the door burst open.
"Johnny boy!" cried his aunt. "We really must get you teamed up with some sex partners. A couple of bad women, or even a big guy, if that's what you want?" She was dressed in a revealing and flowing robe, which let her pendulous breasts swing freely for the nipples to catch the sea air. As she moved around the room she made no secret that she was naked beneath. "Oh look at the beach! What fun! We really must get you down there and straight into action. Come on."
With that, she took his hand and dragged him from the room. They went down to the reception room and asked about the nearest party.
Because his family were so rich John and his Aunt was quickly introduced to other couples by the manager. His Aunt just wrapped her arms around the nearest couple, who wrapped their arms around another couple, and off they went.
John was left standing there, but he followed all the same.
The group found themselves in a cosy room, with soft lights and soothing music. They all began sitting on the deeply cushioned seats, and soon his Aunt was laid back with various men and women working their way over her. She laughed loudly.
For John, it was all too much and he fled the room.
He found himself outside looking out to sea.
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" A voice came from behind a collection of potted plants.
John looked through the jungle of palms and ferns, to see a small friendly looking girl, meeting him with a quizzical smile.
"I've never even read about stuff like this. I just can't believe it really goes on. "John just stood there, not being sure to sit or not.
"Doesn't it make you wonder where it all came from? Or how it all started?" The girl sipped on a tall cool drink.
"Well, they come here to escape the mainland. So it all started with money, I guess?"
"Not just money. Money can't buy this sort of action." The girl pointed at the beach with the straw from her glass. "Just look at them, like farmyard a****ls. You can't tell me that is normal? So what's affecting them?"
"Maybe they are just repressed and this is a release?" John had no real idea.
"No one is that repressed, they would explode. There's something on this island. Something buried deep within it, and it makes people crazy. " I'm Amy by the way?" She put her hand out and John introduced himself.
"What do you mean buried?"
"Follow me."
They walked out from the hotel and down to the beach. Past couples locked in sexual passion, all ramming into each other, grunting and groaning, and occasionally ejaculating across the sand.
"Do you know the history of Manness Island John? "Amy was a slight but very attractive little girl, and John admired her in detail as she walked across the soft sand to the Dunes.
"No, my Aunt just said it might be a nice break for me, and I fell out with the rest of my family, so we all agreed to part."
"Well, it was put on the map by a Portuguese pirate. He used it as a stop off to America, for fresh water and to hang some prisoners."
"Charming," said John as he walked behind the girl, admiring her small but tight little butt as her cheeks swung beneath her pink shorts. "So, did he find the sex thing? Like buried treasure?"
"Some people think he was part of it, but a more important guy was the U-boat Captain that stopped here during the war. He buried all sorts of interesting stuff." Amy stopped at what looked like an old well. Stone built and blasted by the sand. "Look down here?" Amy lent over the edge of the stone well, to let John see her breasts dangling in the air before them.
"What am I looking at?" John hardly needed to ask that, as their eyes met and Amy realized that the boy had been staring at her breast. "I mean, down there?"
They both looked into the darkness.
"Only one way to find out?" With that, Amy climbed over the stones to grab a rusty metal ladder which descended into the darkness. "Scary, isn't it?" She was not the least bit scared and climbed down.
John watched her long slender legs mount the ladder and followed her down.
At the bottom, there were dim electric lights which lit up a sandy tunnel supported by wooden beams. Amy just giggled and walked further into the gloom. John was scared but he didn't want the girl to know.
"Come and look at this John," said Amy standing near an old wooden chest. Large iron bolts holding it in place.
"Is this the treasure?" John walked up to the box and stood beside the girl. "Should we open it?"
"If we open the box, we might find something we don't want to? Maybe we will release something that should be kept hidden?" Amy smiled a devilish grin at the boy in the gloom. "Ready? Once we do this, we can't go back?"
John nodded and helped the girl lift the lid on the box.
There was nothing there.
Secretly John gave a sigh.
"Can you see anything?" asked Amy, staring deep into the darkness of the box.
"No. Not a thing," replied John.
"Look closer and tell me what you see?"
John was about to dismiss the whole thing as a prank and was quietly prepared to scoff at the girl, but something happened.
Something happened to John and he changed.
From deep within him, the boy felt something changed, deep down inside him. It started in his belly and moved up his spine. Tingling in his neck to buzz through his head. His hands and feet began to tingle too. Then his whole body began to shake. Sweat welled up on his skin, to run down his body, and as John tried to catch his breath, he looked at the girl.
"Don't try and fight it, John. You have found the secret, and it has found you. Let it flow through you and consume you. Just do whatever it tells you to." Amy stood back and began to let her clothes fall onto the sandy floor of the cave.
"I feel so strange, like I've never felt before."
"Don't fight it, John, let it flow through you and out through your body. Do what feels natural." Amy stood closer to him now, their bodies touching. "What is it telling you to do?"
"Oh God, what's happening to me?" John was scared and elated at the same time. He looked at his shaking hands, then they both looked down at his groin and his bulging pants.
Amy wasted no time in pulling them down and held his cock lightly in her hand.
"What is it telling you now?"
"Oh Amy, I just want to stick this deep inside you. Oh please let me? I know we hardly know each other but...."
With that, Amy just launched herself onto his throbbing penis and wrapped her legs around him.
"Just do what it tells you to, I won't fight it."
He embraced the girl and clung to her tightly. Together they rocked back and forth, as John just thrust his cock into her where they stood. Letting his legs do the work and his loins jutted forward. Soon they got up speed and Amy did not disappoint as she clung to him and pushed her pelvis against his.
As they got up speed John could not stop the growing fire that was coming from the depths of his loins. Something just seemed to take over his body and he just let his cock thrust upwards with all his might. Stabbing into the girl by itself, and just satisfying itself and he felt the semen pumping up through his penis and into the girl.
Amy felt it too and seemed to go into a trance as she rode his penis, throwing back her head and crying out into the air above them.
Then it stopped.
In a way, John was pleased it had ended, as he was not sure if his body could have taken any more punishment like that.
"What just happened to us?" John tried to catch his breath, as he let the girl fall to the floor.
"That was the secret. It found us and used us for its pleasure." Amy just smiled and lay there on the sand. "I've come but I still want more."
"Not sure if I've got any more in me," said John finding his clothes.
"Once it has you, it won't let go. It will find you out and want some more of that action. I know I do." Amy made no attempt to get dressed and let John look at her open legs. Her vagina still red and glowing.
"I have to think about this." John just panicked and ran from the tunnel. He climbed out into the bright daylight and walked to the beach. Even though he had tried to put on his pants, he let them fall off and walked naked into the sea. The waves washing him clean.
What had he just gone through?
John was no virgin and had gone through some fumbling and embarrassing sexual encounters, just to get it out the way. But he had never felt anything like that.
Clearly, there was something buried on this island, and the girl was right. But did he want to be possessed like that again? Sure, the sex was fantastic, but there was something sinister about letting an outside spirit take possession of your body, and he was not ready for that. He was a free spirit.
John thought about this last statement as he stood naked in the sea and watched the other people on the beach.
Some were going into convulsions like a****ls. Letting the spirit of sex charge through them like electricity. Their muscles twitching and jerking, as the sweat ran down their backs. It was the look in their eyes which frightened the boy. Looking vacantly into space, as if their minds were somewhere else.
Finally, John walked from the sea and found himself wandering into the nearest bar. Sitting there nursing a beer, he saw Amy walk in and sit beside him.
"I thought I'd scared you away?" said Amy with a sly smile.
"I suppose you did in a way," replied John. "What was that we experienced?"
"Just sex."
"That was like no sex on Earth. It was something else. I saw visions."
"What of?" asked Amy, taking a drink from a waiter and showing interest in his thoughts.
"Something to do with a sailing ship. Anchored off the beach and men coming ashore." John took a long drink of his beer.
"Many people have seen that," replied Amy. "Did you see what they did to each other?"
"Funny you should say that because they all ended up fucking each other. There on the beach, up each other's asses."
"That will be the pirates. They found the place first, but they didn't care what they did."
"Then there were people in costumes, all dancing around, to end up on the floor rolling naked on top of each other." John stared into his drink as the vision came back.
"That would be the wild parties, after the war. People were not used to it in those days, and they went mad for sex. Now, people are a bit more relaxed." Amy stared into his eyes. "Once you get used to it and let the power flow through you, the sex comes a bit more naturally."
"What's natural about that?" asked John with fear in his voice. "It's like having someone else take you over. Making you do things you have no control over. I'm not sure I can handle it, Amy?"
"Let it flow through you, John. It can be the most satisfying thing in the world. What does it matter if it's not natural?"
"But you let something Alien come into your body?" John turned to her and spoke the words almost in a whisper, in case someone else overheard their conversation.
Amy just laughed.
"Men? You are so up yourselves. A woman has to let something alien into her body every time she has sex. Maybe there's something greater than you out there? Have you thought about that?" The girl was smiling when she said it, and she was friendly enough, but she meant it.
"So maybe I should grow up?"
"I didn't say that," replied Amy.
"No, but you were thinking it."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy coming the way you did? You shot spunk clear across the room. I thought your balls' would never stock pumping."
"Of course not, I'm not a hypocrite. But what happens when this holiday comes to an end? When I go home, I could never have sex as good as this? What if I spend the rest of my life regretting it?"
"Well John, you are just going to have to live with it. Like everyone else."
"That's just it," said John, taking a drink, "I don't think I can."
They let the evening flow all around them and just held hands and chatted. Content to stare into each other's eyes.
His aunt was really getting into the spirit of the thing, and as John looked across the large room to the padded seats, he could see her being pleasured by at least three men and two women. She was laying close to the edge of the seat, to let a man and a woman forced their heads between her legs. The man pushing his mouth between her buttocks, which caused his aunt to moan with pleasure.
"He's got his tongue right up!"
The rest licked and kissed the rest of her body. A person on each breast and even one licking her armpits.
Clearly, she was getting her money's worth from the holiday, and Amy just smiled at John.
"She knows how to let the magic take her over," said Amy. "Let's go and look at the ocean?"
"Is that all we are?" asked John as they walked out onto the beach, the glow of the sunset in the distance.
"What's wrong with that? Sex is part of life. You are not less of a person for realizing that. Are you frightened people will use you for sex? Make fun of you?"
"In a way, yes. I'm frightened that once you see into my heart, you'll see how silly and shallow I really am."
"I don't feel that," said Amy touching his arm.
"No, but I've been hurt so many times as a k**, I can't just open up like that. And when I have sex you can see who I really am."
"So maybe that's the magic inside you that scares you so much? Seeing something which scares you? Are you worried in case you come across as a fraud? A silly little boy lost in a grown-up's world of sex?" They both looked around at the grunting couples.
"You have me in one." John took a long drink.
"Do you think you are the only person in the world that feels like that?"
"But I'm me!"
"You have to live in this world, John. You can't be left out. Come and love me, and show me you want to be part of all this."
With that, Amy took the drink from his hand and led him to a big padded seat, set out for couples who wanted to have outdoor sex in the evening. Everyone was watching them, but John didn't care. He wanted to prove to Amy that he really wanted her, and he wasn't worried about this magic thing which had possessed them both.
Amy lifted the little dress above her head to reveal her small but perfectly shaped breasts. John took them in his hands and sucked hard, but she moved his head down to her loins, where he licked her knickers. His tongue sliding between her legs. Finally, he took them in his teeth and pulled them gently down her legs. People smiled as they watched them and sipped their drinks.
John didn't care, and Amy loved it.
She smiled and turned to lay across the big red padded seat. Her peach shaped little bottom looming up before him.
First, he kissed both her cheeks, then planted a big kiss on her little asshole.
By now, her pussy was red, swollen and wet. John licked her from behind.
Sliding inside the girl and pumping back and forth, seemed the most natural thing in the world. As the waves washed upon the sandy shore, and the laughter echoed all around them, John finally felt as if this was where he was meant to be.
It might have gone on like that, but then he woke up.
John was laying in his bed.
The first thing he did was jump up and run out of the room. There was no one there. Thinking that everyone was downstairs, John ran to the lobby and looked around.
But there was no one.
Also, he realized that it was morning.
Clearly, the party was over, but where was everyone?
John walked around trying to find a member of staff, but the whole place was empty.
Just as he was beginning to think he had lost his mind, his aunt came strolling into the lobby.
"Come on Johnny boy! We'll miss the plane. Everyone's going, and you don't want to get left behind."
To her, everything seemed normal, and John was wondering if he had not overreacted?
It was as they walked to the aircraft, that John looked around and realized they were the only ones left on the whole island.
"So where is Amy?" John asked his aunt but knew he would never get a straight answer.
"In your dreams young man. In your dreams."
The plane took off and John looked back to catch the last glimpse of Manness Island.
Was it all a dream?
Did that magic thing happen inside him with sex?
Would he ever see Amy again?
The End.
The island would have passed undiscovered but for the fact that it held a magical secret. And that secret was, that it helped you overcome any sexual hang-up you cared to think about. Anything.
Some people had problems with getting it on with another human being. Man or woman, they just could not manage it. But here on Manness Island, you could find a solution.
Some said it was already buried here, like Pirate treasure. Some said it was brought here during the war, and some said it was inside you all along. You just had to find the best way of getting it out. And out it came.
The boy stepped off the light aircraft and looked at the sun-kissed beaches. Windswept and bleached white with the tropical sun, the Island was set Mid-Atlantic enough to attract wealthy Americans. But far enough away to attract the seriously rich. The top class hookers who came here had to make sure they got a kill, to justify the air-fair. But if they knew what they were doing, they made sure the businessmen got screwed over royally. The rest just got ridden on the beach for all to see.
John walked from the twin-engined plane and followed his Aunt to the hotel.
"Come on Jonny boy, keep up," laughed his Aunt, trying to keep the hat on her head. "Don't be such a nervous Mommy's boy. Anyone would think you were frightened in case you got grabbed by a woman?"
John just looked at the tarmac beneath him.
"God knows what they will make of you once they get you? Well, you might entertain someone once we get started?" Clearly, his Aunt let it be known that they were on Manness Island for her benefit and she didn't care what people made of her morality. As far as she was concerned life was too short, and sex was the only thing she was any good at. If that meant throwing herself at the men, then so be it. Only she had to do it off-shore where no one would recognize the wealthy family.
John followed his aunt across the small airfield to the hotel reception building. Built like a ship on the land and looking very art Neouvo, to set the scene. And what a scene it was. The rumour was that anything goes here. You left your morals on the mainland and explored something those people had found back in the 1920's.
As he walked through the doors, John caught a glimpse at the beaches to his right. For a moment he thought he saw lots of people down there on the sand, performing games. At least they looked like games? But he put that out of his mind and followed his aunt inside.
The hotel on Manness island was as lavish, and camp, and as over the top with trimmings as you could get. D****s flowed from the roof to cascade from the walls. The carpets were deep and soft, Odean quality pile, so people could walk barefoot, in order to entice them to de-robe as soon as possible.
Of course, you had to undergo an invasive medical test to be even allowed here. All the staff, even the cleaners. Everyone was checked for every sexually transmitted disease they could think of. After all, there was not one part of you which would not be probed here. So people were free to exchange bodily fluids as much as possible. But everything was wiped clean by the staff, even if they ended up as part of the entertainment.
Everyone was friendly enough, but as John was lead to his room, he thought the guests seemed reserved. He wondered why?
When John got to his room and looked out the window, he found out why.
The people on the beach, he had seen earlier, were certainly engaging in games, but games with each other. Every single one of them was engaged in sex. Sex with each other and sex with themselves. About 20 couples were performing on beach towels, locked in several positions, but mostly mounting each other Doggy-style. Some were performing the missionary position, but most were on all fours so they could look at each other.
Women looked at men mounting their partners from behind. Men looked at women being serviced on the sand. Some men were mounting each other, and there was even a row of bystanders who simply stood there masturbating. Watching it all with not a shred of shame.
John stood back from the window, not knowing what to make of it. He had never seen anything like it before. Not even on the porn channel. What sort of place was this?
Whatever it was, it was clearly to do with sex.
Just then the door burst open.
"Johnny boy!" cried his aunt. "We really must get you teamed up with some sex partners. A couple of bad women, or even a big guy, if that's what you want?" She was dressed in a revealing and flowing robe, which let her pendulous breasts swing freely for the nipples to catch the sea air. As she moved around the room she made no secret that she was naked beneath. "Oh look at the beach! What fun! We really must get you down there and straight into action. Come on."
With that, she took his hand and dragged him from the room. They went down to the reception room and asked about the nearest party.
Because his family were so rich John and his Aunt was quickly introduced to other couples by the manager. His Aunt just wrapped her arms around the nearest couple, who wrapped their arms around another couple, and off they went.
John was left standing there, but he followed all the same.
The group found themselves in a cosy room, with soft lights and soothing music. They all began sitting on the deeply cushioned seats, and soon his Aunt was laid back with various men and women working their way over her. She laughed loudly.
For John, it was all too much and he fled the room.
He found himself outside looking out to sea.
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" A voice came from behind a collection of potted plants.
John looked through the jungle of palms and ferns, to see a small friendly looking girl, meeting him with a quizzical smile.
"I've never even read about stuff like this. I just can't believe it really goes on. "John just stood there, not being sure to sit or not.
"Doesn't it make you wonder where it all came from? Or how it all started?" The girl sipped on a tall cool drink.
"Well, they come here to escape the mainland. So it all started with money, I guess?"
"Not just money. Money can't buy this sort of action." The girl pointed at the beach with the straw from her glass. "Just look at them, like farmyard a****ls. You can't tell me that is normal? So what's affecting them?"
"Maybe they are just repressed and this is a release?" John had no real idea.
"No one is that repressed, they would explode. There's something on this island. Something buried deep within it, and it makes people crazy. " I'm Amy by the way?" She put her hand out and John introduced himself.
"What do you mean buried?"
"Follow me."
They walked out from the hotel and down to the beach. Past couples locked in sexual passion, all ramming into each other, grunting and groaning, and occasionally ejaculating across the sand.
"Do you know the history of Manness Island John? "Amy was a slight but very attractive little girl, and John admired her in detail as she walked across the soft sand to the Dunes.
"No, my Aunt just said it might be a nice break for me, and I fell out with the rest of my family, so we all agreed to part."
"Well, it was put on the map by a Portuguese pirate. He used it as a stop off to America, for fresh water and to hang some prisoners."
"Charming," said John as he walked behind the girl, admiring her small but tight little butt as her cheeks swung beneath her pink shorts. "So, did he find the sex thing? Like buried treasure?"
"Some people think he was part of it, but a more important guy was the U-boat Captain that stopped here during the war. He buried all sorts of interesting stuff." Amy stopped at what looked like an old well. Stone built and blasted by the sand. "Look down here?" Amy lent over the edge of the stone well, to let John see her breasts dangling in the air before them.
"What am I looking at?" John hardly needed to ask that, as their eyes met and Amy realized that the boy had been staring at her breast. "I mean, down there?"
They both looked into the darkness.
"Only one way to find out?" With that, Amy climbed over the stones to grab a rusty metal ladder which descended into the darkness. "Scary, isn't it?" She was not the least bit scared and climbed down.
John watched her long slender legs mount the ladder and followed her down.
At the bottom, there were dim electric lights which lit up a sandy tunnel supported by wooden beams. Amy just giggled and walked further into the gloom. John was scared but he didn't want the girl to know.
"Come and look at this John," said Amy standing near an old wooden chest. Large iron bolts holding it in place.
"Is this the treasure?" John walked up to the box and stood beside the girl. "Should we open it?"
"If we open the box, we might find something we don't want to? Maybe we will release something that should be kept hidden?" Amy smiled a devilish grin at the boy in the gloom. "Ready? Once we do this, we can't go back?"
John nodded and helped the girl lift the lid on the box.
There was nothing there.
Secretly John gave a sigh.
"Can you see anything?" asked Amy, staring deep into the darkness of the box.
"No. Not a thing," replied John.
"Look closer and tell me what you see?"
John was about to dismiss the whole thing as a prank and was quietly prepared to scoff at the girl, but something happened.
Something happened to John and he changed.
From deep within him, the boy felt something changed, deep down inside him. It started in his belly and moved up his spine. Tingling in his neck to buzz through his head. His hands and feet began to tingle too. Then his whole body began to shake. Sweat welled up on his skin, to run down his body, and as John tried to catch his breath, he looked at the girl.
"Don't try and fight it, John. You have found the secret, and it has found you. Let it flow through you and consume you. Just do whatever it tells you to." Amy stood back and began to let her clothes fall onto the sandy floor of the cave.
"I feel so strange, like I've never felt before."
"Don't fight it, John, let it flow through you and out through your body. Do what feels natural." Amy stood closer to him now, their bodies touching. "What is it telling you to do?"
"Oh God, what's happening to me?" John was scared and elated at the same time. He looked at his shaking hands, then they both looked down at his groin and his bulging pants.
Amy wasted no time in pulling them down and held his cock lightly in her hand.
"What is it telling you now?"
"Oh Amy, I just want to stick this deep inside you. Oh please let me? I know we hardly know each other but...."
With that, Amy just launched herself onto his throbbing penis and wrapped her legs around him.
"Just do what it tells you to, I won't fight it."
He embraced the girl and clung to her tightly. Together they rocked back and forth, as John just thrust his cock into her where they stood. Letting his legs do the work and his loins jutted forward. Soon they got up speed and Amy did not disappoint as she clung to him and pushed her pelvis against his.
As they got up speed John could not stop the growing fire that was coming from the depths of his loins. Something just seemed to take over his body and he just let his cock thrust upwards with all his might. Stabbing into the girl by itself, and just satisfying itself and he felt the semen pumping up through his penis and into the girl.
Amy felt it too and seemed to go into a trance as she rode his penis, throwing back her head and crying out into the air above them.
Then it stopped.
In a way, John was pleased it had ended, as he was not sure if his body could have taken any more punishment like that.
"What just happened to us?" John tried to catch his breath, as he let the girl fall to the floor.
"That was the secret. It found us and used us for its pleasure." Amy just smiled and lay there on the sand. "I've come but I still want more."
"Not sure if I've got any more in me," said John finding his clothes.
"Once it has you, it won't let go. It will find you out and want some more of that action. I know I do." Amy made no attempt to get dressed and let John look at her open legs. Her vagina still red and glowing.
"I have to think about this." John just panicked and ran from the tunnel. He climbed out into the bright daylight and walked to the beach. Even though he had tried to put on his pants, he let them fall off and walked naked into the sea. The waves washing him clean.
What had he just gone through?
John was no virgin and had gone through some fumbling and embarrassing sexual encounters, just to get it out the way. But he had never felt anything like that.
Clearly, there was something buried on this island, and the girl was right. But did he want to be possessed like that again? Sure, the sex was fantastic, but there was something sinister about letting an outside spirit take possession of your body, and he was not ready for that. He was a free spirit.
John thought about this last statement as he stood naked in the sea and watched the other people on the beach.
Some were going into convulsions like a****ls. Letting the spirit of sex charge through them like electricity. Their muscles twitching and jerking, as the sweat ran down their backs. It was the look in their eyes which frightened the boy. Looking vacantly into space, as if their minds were somewhere else.
Finally, John walked from the sea and found himself wandering into the nearest bar. Sitting there nursing a beer, he saw Amy walk in and sit beside him.
"I thought I'd scared you away?" said Amy with a sly smile.
"I suppose you did in a way," replied John. "What was that we experienced?"
"Just sex."
"That was like no sex on Earth. It was something else. I saw visions."
"What of?" asked Amy, taking a drink from a waiter and showing interest in his thoughts.
"Something to do with a sailing ship. Anchored off the beach and men coming ashore." John took a long drink of his beer.
"Many people have seen that," replied Amy. "Did you see what they did to each other?"
"Funny you should say that because they all ended up fucking each other. There on the beach, up each other's asses."
"That will be the pirates. They found the place first, but they didn't care what they did."
"Then there were people in costumes, all dancing around, to end up on the floor rolling naked on top of each other." John stared into his drink as the vision came back.
"That would be the wild parties, after the war. People were not used to it in those days, and they went mad for sex. Now, people are a bit more relaxed." Amy stared into his eyes. "Once you get used to it and let the power flow through you, the sex comes a bit more naturally."
"What's natural about that?" asked John with fear in his voice. "It's like having someone else take you over. Making you do things you have no control over. I'm not sure I can handle it, Amy?"
"Let it flow through you, John. It can be the most satisfying thing in the world. What does it matter if it's not natural?"
"But you let something Alien come into your body?" John turned to her and spoke the words almost in a whisper, in case someone else overheard their conversation.
Amy just laughed.
"Men? You are so up yourselves. A woman has to let something alien into her body every time she has sex. Maybe there's something greater than you out there? Have you thought about that?" The girl was smiling when she said it, and she was friendly enough, but she meant it.
"So maybe I should grow up?"
"I didn't say that," replied Amy.
"No, but you were thinking it."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy coming the way you did? You shot spunk clear across the room. I thought your balls' would never stock pumping."
"Of course not, I'm not a hypocrite. But what happens when this holiday comes to an end? When I go home, I could never have sex as good as this? What if I spend the rest of my life regretting it?"
"Well John, you are just going to have to live with it. Like everyone else."
"That's just it," said John, taking a drink, "I don't think I can."
They let the evening flow all around them and just held hands and chatted. Content to stare into each other's eyes.
His aunt was really getting into the spirit of the thing, and as John looked across the large room to the padded seats, he could see her being pleasured by at least three men and two women. She was laying close to the edge of the seat, to let a man and a woman forced their heads between her legs. The man pushing his mouth between her buttocks, which caused his aunt to moan with pleasure.
"He's got his tongue right up!"
The rest licked and kissed the rest of her body. A person on each breast and even one licking her armpits.
Clearly, she was getting her money's worth from the holiday, and Amy just smiled at John.
"She knows how to let the magic take her over," said Amy. "Let's go and look at the ocean?"
"Is that all we are?" asked John as they walked out onto the beach, the glow of the sunset in the distance.
"What's wrong with that? Sex is part of life. You are not less of a person for realizing that. Are you frightened people will use you for sex? Make fun of you?"
"In a way, yes. I'm frightened that once you see into my heart, you'll see how silly and shallow I really am."
"I don't feel that," said Amy touching his arm.
"No, but I've been hurt so many times as a k**, I can't just open up like that. And when I have sex you can see who I really am."
"So maybe that's the magic inside you that scares you so much? Seeing something which scares you? Are you worried in case you come across as a fraud? A silly little boy lost in a grown-up's world of sex?" They both looked around at the grunting couples.
"You have me in one." John took a long drink.
"Do you think you are the only person in the world that feels like that?"
"But I'm me!"
"You have to live in this world, John. You can't be left out. Come and love me, and show me you want to be part of all this."
With that, Amy took the drink from his hand and led him to a big padded seat, set out for couples who wanted to have outdoor sex in the evening. Everyone was watching them, but John didn't care. He wanted to prove to Amy that he really wanted her, and he wasn't worried about this magic thing which had possessed them both.
Amy lifted the little dress above her head to reveal her small but perfectly shaped breasts. John took them in his hands and sucked hard, but she moved his head down to her loins, where he licked her knickers. His tongue sliding between her legs. Finally, he took them in his teeth and pulled them gently down her legs. People smiled as they watched them and sipped their drinks.
John didn't care, and Amy loved it.
She smiled and turned to lay across the big red padded seat. Her peach shaped little bottom looming up before him.
First, he kissed both her cheeks, then planted a big kiss on her little asshole.
By now, her pussy was red, swollen and wet. John licked her from behind.
Sliding inside the girl and pumping back and forth, seemed the most natural thing in the world. As the waves washed upon the sandy shore, and the laughter echoed all around them, John finally felt as if this was where he was meant to be.
It might have gone on like that, but then he woke up.
John was laying in his bed.
The first thing he did was jump up and run out of the room. There was no one there. Thinking that everyone was downstairs, John ran to the lobby and looked around.
But there was no one.
Also, he realized that it was morning.
Clearly, the party was over, but where was everyone?
John walked around trying to find a member of staff, but the whole place was empty.
Just as he was beginning to think he had lost his mind, his aunt came strolling into the lobby.
"Come on Johnny boy! We'll miss the plane. Everyone's going, and you don't want to get left behind."
To her, everything seemed normal, and John was wondering if he had not overreacted?
It was as they walked to the aircraft, that John looked around and realized they were the only ones left on the whole island.
"So where is Amy?" John asked his aunt but knew he would never get a straight answer.
"In your dreams young man. In your dreams."
The plane took off and John looked back to catch the last glimpse of Manness Island.
Was it all a dream?
Did that magic thing happen inside him with sex?
Would he ever see Amy again?
The End.
Angelica
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