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 man 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. She was discreet enough to know this was a present for his 21st birthday. you had to be over 21 to get in here.
"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. Drapes 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 was so rich John and his Aunt were 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 animals. 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 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 young man had been staring at her breast. "I mean, down there?"
They both looked into the darkness.
