A burning call

Johanna’s clothes fell from her body easily, while Johnny simply reclined on the floor, slowly stroking his cock as he watched her. His calm, collected confidence was somewhat at odds with the nervous, obedient young man he had been mere days ago, but a lot had happened to him these past couple days. And a lot more was about to happen to him now.

“Stay there,” Johanna commanded, once fully exposed. “I like you on the ground.” She stepped overtop him, giving the young man an unimpeded view of a vulva he was growing quite familiar with, today. Johnny angled his cock straight up, giving Johanna an inviting target. Johanna lowered herself to her knees above his groin, and reached down to replace Johnny’s hand with her own. The cock was warm, hard, and thick. If she hadn’t been there, she wouldn’t have believed that this cock had already been inside her.

Johanna didn’t insert the cock into herself immediately, instead taking the time to run the head along the length of her slit, and her slit along the length of the cock. By the time she did decide to line up and push it into herself, her cunt was already drooling profusely, and the thick rod slid in relatively easily. There was a definite edge of pain as Johanna’s pussy stretched around Johnny’s length, but it was far outshadowed by the pleasure.

“Wow,” Johnny said, exhaling in pleasure as Johanna finished spearing herself fully upon his length. The two remained still for a moment, reveling in the pleasurable feeling of being connected so completely. Johanna had never felt so full, and she sent Aqui a secret prayer of thanks for blessing Johnny’s cock.

Johnny wasn’t content to sit still forever, of course, and shifted his hips beneath Johanna’s, causing his cock to rub her walls in a subtle, yet pleasurable way. More importantly, it jumpstarted Johanna’s own movement, and she pulled herself a couple inches off of Johnny’s cock, before slamming back down forcefully, pinning his hips back in place and sending a spike of electricity through both lovers. This effectively quit Johnny’s attempts at movement, and he remained a passive, if effective, lover as Johanna repeated the motion, bouncing slowly and powerfully upon his cock.

The first trembling hints of an orgasm upon her, Johanna quit bouncing, and instead leaned forward to press her lips to Johnny’s own, and her breasts to his chest. Johnny accepted the kiss easily, and his hands moved to her rear and upper back, pulling her closer. The pair’s lips met, slid apart, and mashed against each other in a frenzy of passion, as Johanna began to grind her hips against Johnny’s.

Her orgasm hit somewhere amidst the mess of kissing, grinding, and groping. Her core clenched and churned, and Johanna was reduced to a shivering mess in Johnny’s arms, the kiss temporarily forgotten as she squealed in pleasure. Johnny’s cock was still hard and hungry, and he wasn’t in the mood to give her a break just because she had climaxed. The young man took firm hold of Johanna, and rolled over, placing her beneath him so he could begin thrusting into her from above. He fucked her steadily throughout her orgasm, and her overstimulated body paralyzed her with pleasure.

“J-Johnny,” Johanna gasped desperately, trying to piece together words as each of the young man’s thrusts drove all the air from her lungs.

At hearing his own name, Johnny suddenly stopped, still buried within her. “Shit, Johanna,” He asked, suddenly looking once again young and unsure, “Do I need to stop?”

“No,” Johanna replied, glad to see that the young man was still in control of herself. She grabbed hold of his buttocks and pulled him into her, “Harder.”

Relieved that he wasn’t hurting her, Johnny redoubled his efforts, pounding his cock into her with as much vigor as he could muster. Even without the mind-altering influence of Aqui’s magic, Johnny was a passionate and forceful lover. Of course, Aqui’s influence probably still had something to do with it. After all, everything Johnny really knew about sex had been learned here, on this island, and he’d yet to be given a reason to hold back.

Johanna, of course, had little to complain about. As each thrust bottomed out within her, it sent another set of spasms through her body. The view of her breasts bouncing with each combination of thrust and spasm was too tempting for Johnny, and he leaned forward to suck a hard, sensitive nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth and sending Johanna careening into yet another orgasm, more intense than the first.

Her mind flooded with sensations and stars, and her body filled with Johnny’s cock, Johanna drifted into a state of semi-consciousness. There, her body consumed by passion and her mind absent of conscious thoughts, Johanna heard a voice.

“I see you,” The words seemed to hiss as they echoed in her head, “Your passion, your lust. It burns. It calls to me.” It wasn’t Johnny, or Aqui, or any voice that Johanna recognized, but it filled her mind, and her whole perception. “Come to me. Come to Bul. I am waiting.”

And then the voice was gone and Johnny was spraying his seed across Johanna’s stomach. Her body was still burning, and Johanna realized that while she had been focused on listening to this new voice, Johnny had continued to fuck her, for who knows how long. Johanna looked down at herself, her lower body covered in his juices, then back to Johnny, who was crawling up to flop down next to her, exhausted but clearly satisfied.

“Did you hear that, Johnny?” She asked, sitting up.

“You were making a lot of noises, Johanna.” Johnny said, looking somewhat pleased with himself, “Or do you mean something else?”

Johanna frowned, “You didn’t hear a voice?”

Johnny shook his head. “Only yours. Are you okay?”

Johanna stood up, and looked outside, into the dark, rainy night. “I feel fine. But while we were having sex, I heard a voice, speaking to me.” She paused, thinking over what it said. “Does the name Bul mean anything to you?”

Johnny shook his head again, and sat up, looking concerned. “No. But after what we’ve seen today, I believe you. Maybe we should ask Aqui about it?”

Johanna frowned, then walked to the edge of the cave, wetting her hand and cleaning herself as best she could without getting soaked. “Maybe,” She said, “But I think we should sleep, first. It’s been a long day.”

Johnny nodded, patting the ground next to him, “Come sleep, then.”

Johanna sighed, but walked back to the young man and laid down next to him, once again using bundled up clothing in lieu of pillows. This time, though, as her eyes closed and she slowed her breathing, Johnny wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, her back pressed against his chest. She let him do so, enjoying the warmth and closeness, and the last thing she felt before falling asleep completely was a gentle kiss on her shoulder.