Abbie Island (featuring Abbie)


The sun was merciless! It had me trapped, pinned down in my little dinghy that had served me so faithfully. But this final beating from therelentless blaze of sunshine was finishing me off! Exhausted and dehydrated I could barely move a limb or even raise my hand to try and protect myself from the sun’s glare. Then suddenly, I felt the drifting and bobbing motion of the dinghy come to a juddering halt.

I could hear the sound of gulls clucking around me and what sounded like waves gently lapping a shore. With some effort I prised my head above the edge of the boat and to my amazement it seemed I had moored myself on to the beach of a small island. Still squinting from the sun, I looked around me and could see the beach led to a small density of palm trees. There were also some rocks rooted among the waves but very little else. I remained motionless, taking in this blissful sight and breathing in the salty air.

Gradually, I lifted myself out of the dinghy and flopped onto the shore. My shirt and jeans were torn and crumpled and stuck to my body with the sweat that was racing down my chest and back. I got to my knees and looked around at the stillness again. A light wind began to cool my brow as I eventually rose to my feet and slowly staggered towards the shelter of the palm trees.

Once I arrived there I tumbled to the ground. The soft sand provided a perfect cushion for my aching and bruised legs. My skin tingled and itched with sunburn and my mouth was dusty and arid. I lay with my head right back staring at the sun which was teasing me through the giant palm leaves. The first chapter of thisnightmare appeared to be coming to a close.

My memories of the last couple of days were sketchy and jaded. I remember the terror on the faces of the passengers and crew as the ship rolled over and sank. The deafening roar as the lopsided vessel crashed mightily on to its side. Figures of people jumping into the sea in desperation, screaming and crying for help.

I recall falling into the sea myself and swimming frantically against the huge waves, taking in great mouthfuls of salt water and desperately trying to keep my head above the surface. It felt as though I was being sucked into an abyss. Then, although barely able to open my eyes through the stinging salt, I saw a small dinghy floating just ahead of me. With a final burst of energy I swam over to it and somehow hauled myself into it without toppling it over. And there I just lay still, breathless and raw, whilst the sound of the mayhem of the shipwreck became quieter as it drifted into the distance.

I remember the large waves arriving. The sky had been covered with thick, sinister clouds that had turned the sea into a turbulent and angry beast. I was rocking from side to side as I clung on for dear life. Wave upon wave of sea water drenched me and I had expected the dinghy to go under and for me to drown at any time. Then the calmness spread as daylight dawned, closely followed by the sun finding me and shining on to me like the torch of an interrogator.

I’ve no idea how many days and nights I must have stayed afloat in that dinghy. No idea at all!

Still aching with fatigue I allowed my eyes to close.




“Well, well, well! What have we got here?”

I heard a female voice above me and realised I must have fallen asleep.

I looked up and standing over me was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever set my eyes upon. Her skin was creamy white, her blonde hair glowed amidst the sun rays and she had blue eyes that sparkled like moonstones. Her smile was warm and soothing. I genuinely felt my heart miss a beat: not through the shock of waking up on a deserted island, or by the sudden surprise of human company, but by the sheer beauty of this heavenly figure.

“My name’s Abbie”, she said, as she continued to grim mischievously and knelt down beside me. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini that was revealing ample cleavage and a very trim waistline. The skin on her body and legs looked so pure I just wanted to run my hands over it, but thought better of it.I told her my name and began the story of how I had arrived here.

“Oh dear, another castaway!” She said sarcastically. “Ended up marooned on a desert island did you?Thought you’d do a spot of sunbathing while you’re here”.She laughed and I realised she was mocking my story.

“Well, it’s true”, I protested.

“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve heard that one, honeybun,” she beamed. “Now, up you get pumpkin. I think you need a shower and get those stinking clothes off.”

I was a mixture of shock and amusement. Surprised at the sudden appearance of Abbie, but quite tickled at her attitude. I rose to my feet and noticed, as I did so, she was staring straight at my groin. She looked up at me with an impish grin and I could see that wicked thoughts were flashing through her mind.

She led me through what seemed like a small jungle to the sound of our bare feet cracking on the fallen leaves and twigs. I gazed at the wiggle of her arse as she daintily made her way. Some fleshy cheek was teasing me through the bottom of her bikini. Then we arrived at a small alcove and to my delight there was a small waterfall, running down what looked like a stone wall; just perfect for washing.

Abbie turned to me.“Take as long as you want, honey,” she smiled. “Give that strong body of yours a good scrub. I’ll be waiting for you.” And with that she tiptoed away as I stood and watched after her in wonder.

I removed my clothes and stood under the warm torrent of water. I allowed my skin to soak thoroughly and I felt the dirt and the salt run off me. I tipped my head back and washed my hair. It seemed like the horror of the shipwreck was now a long way away. For the first time in days I felt relaxed. Then I thought about Abbie. ‘Who was she? Why was she here on an island?’ Then the thought of her near naked body made my cock rise and I started to feel really horny.

Suddenly, I heard a giggle. I turned around and there she stood. She had been watching me shower and seeing how aroused I had become. My cock was rock hard by now.

“Well, I’m not going to waste that li’l old beauty,” she said and swiftly removed her bikini top.

I was transfixed by her naked tits and pale nipples as she wandered towards me. She knelt in front of me and looked up. Water was gently splashing over her beautiful face. Then she grabbed hold of my cock and placed it deep into her mouth.

I stared up at the blue sky as she sucked and gagged away. Euphoria spread throughout my body and I felt gentle waves of pleasure wash over me along with the steady trickles of the waterfall. I ran my fingers through her wet golden hair as she continued sucking away. Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me again.

“I hope you’re going to cum in my mouth,” she said with a wide jaunty smirk.

Well, how could I refuse an offer like that?

I put my cock back where it belonged and within seconds exploded into her mouth. I looked at her in astonishment as she swallowed everything I had given her.




Afterwards we wandered back to the beach together, our arms entwined around each other’s waists. A breeze cooled our naked bodies as we slumped on to the silky sand of the shoreline and we allowed the sea to lap at our feet. The sun was still a furnace but it felt cosy and relaxing rather than ruthless and vicious, as it had when I first arrived here. The beach was a vast stretch of gold that seemed to unfold forever. We kissed and then took stock of magnificent serenity that surrounded us.

“So, my little soldier, tell me all about yourself,” Abbie whispered.

“Well,” I replied. “Where do I start?My wife left me and is screwing me for every penny I own, as well as half of London from what I gather. My daughter blames me for everything and only speaks to me when she wants more money. I have a job I despise because it’s tedious and pointless and a manager is a tyrant. The neighbourhood I live in is going to the dogs. I am drowning in debts, oh and I’ve developed a dependency on anti-depressants. The only reason why I was on that blasted cruise ship in the first place was to give myself a holiday. And then the fucking thing sinks!”

Abbie laughed. “Life’s a bitch.”

Yup,” I replied. “Life’s a bitch and I sure married one.”

We laughed together.

“I suppose I’ll have to go back to it all one day,” I said resentfully.

“Well, I think that ship has sailed honey,” replied Abbie. “Or should I have said boat.”

I looked around and the dinghy that had brought me here had vanished. It must have drifted out to sea while we were together in the shower. I felt a small sense of loss. That boat had saved my life.


I continued to talk about all my woes and Abbie listened sympathetically. I could tell by the way she was looking into my eyes that she really cared. From the moment she had found me washed up under the palm trees she had somehow breathed life back into me. It felt as though my troubles were slipping away as lightly as the sun was slidingtowards the horizon.

Abbie kissed me again. As she did so she stroked the inside of my thigh. In return I caressed her soft shoulders and allowed my hands to drift down to her supple breasts. Her nipples hardened and her fingers then lightly squeezed my balls.

Soon my cock was hard again and she moved her mouth down towards it. This time, however, I pushed back and forced her to lie down on the wet sand. I kissed her tits and sucked at her nipples which made her giggle and then I left a row of kisses along her body and on to her pussy.

I licked her cunt, pushing my tongue deep into it. She tasted sweet and nectarous and let out little groans of pleasure as I sunk myself further between her thighs. The sea splashed around our bodies as though it wanted to join in with our joy. I reached out and held her hand as she shuddered and contorted with orgasmic pleasure.

Then it was my turn. Abbie pushed me on my back and wanked and tugged at my cock. She lifted her divine body and straddled me slowly, pushing my cock into her wet pussy. It felt warm and tight as I started a thrusting motion. I looked at Abbie’s angelic face, surrounded by the radiant blue azure, the sea breeze gently blowing through her glowing golden hair. She looked totally stunning as she rode and ground me into an absolute state of frenzy.

After this I laid her back on the sand again, only this time we fucked like mad. Sand was covering our legs and backs as our rocking motion increased with velocity. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back as I pushed her arms above her head and kissed her silken neck and armpits. The sea continued to roll over us. Then, just as I was teetering on the brink of orgasm, I withdrew my cock and shot a huge load of cum across her tits and onto her chin. She just lay there with that devilish smile as I slowly calmed down and regained my breath.

“Well, my li’l lover boy, you certainly needed that,” she said.

And she was right!

We went for a quick dip in the sea to wash the sand away and then ventured back to the palm trees. Abbie vanished for a short while and then returned wearing a silk kimono. She also had a robe for me. We lay down and cuddled each other, as the sun slowly sunk into the horizon, painting a glorious crimson sweep across the evening sky, which eventually gave way to a finale of shimmering stars upon the inky black celestial sphere.

For the first time, in a long time, I was totally at peace.





I awoke to the noise of whirling. I had become aware of it in my sleep and it had become louder to the point where I knew I could sleep no longer. It soon became quite deafening. I opened my eyes and watched in amazement as a helicopter landed on the beach.

I turned to Abbie but she had gone. I looked around for her but she was nowhere to be seen.

Then I noticed someone climb out of the helicopter. He waved at me as I rose to my feet. Sand and dust was flying everywhere as the propellers of the craft continued to rattle and rotate. The man then motioned to me, beckoning me to go towards him.

I wandered over to him still dressed in the robe Abbie had given me and wondering where she had got to.

“We are here to rescue you Sir,” the man called out. I could just make out what he was saying above the racket.

“Have you seen a girl on the island?” I called out. “Blonde hair, very beautiful.”

“No we haven’t,” he shouted back. “Now you must get on board the helicopter. We don’t have much time.”

“Will you look for her,” I asked in desperation. But he did not reply. He just opened the door of the cockpit and gestured for me to get in.

I complied. There was another man inside who was the pilot. He put a seat belt on me and handed me a head piece with a microphone and headphones so I could hear him speak. Then the other guy got back in and also put a head piece on. He slammed the door shut and the aircraft quickly and smoothly took a vertical take-off.

I looked out of the window at the island below. The sun’s rays shimmered across the blue sea as the vast expanse of golden sand and luscious green palm trees grew smaller. I thought about Abbie and wondered where she could have disappeared to.

“How did you know where to find me?” I asked the pilot and co-pilot.

“Most castaways end up on the island,” came the reply from one of them.

“Do you know who the girl is? Her name is Abbie. Can we go back and collect her?” I asked.

The two pilots looked at one another.

“There’s no-one on that island Sir,” replied the co-pilot. “Many people claim to have met Abbie but she does not exist. No-one can survive on that island for long. There’s no vegetation to speak of so there’s nothing to eat.”

It was then I realised I hadn’t eaten for days and all the time I was with Abbie I simply didn’t think about it.

“The island is known as Abbie Island,” said the pilot. “She must be quite a girl. Many people claim to have met her but whenever search parties have gone there to find her; she’s nowhere to be seen.”

I stared out of the window, digesting what I had been told. Had Abbie been some sort of illusion? Had I imagined her? It’s true she was incredibly beautiful, just the sort of girl I could completely fall in love with. So, had I made her up?

But she felt real when I was fondling and squeezing and cuddling her. And she tasted real when I was kissing her mouth and licking her pussy. And she sounded real when she was laughing and chatting and groaning when she came.

And besides, how can an illusion give you a blow-job?

I looked ahead of me and the blue sky was giving way to dark clouds. It looked as though we were heading into a storm. I thought about my malevolent ex-wife, my uncaring daughter, the laborious drudgery of my work, the decaying neighbourhood I was trapped in and those horrible tablets I kept feeding myself with. This is what I was going back to.

I thought about Abbie; her sparkly eyes, the impish grin, her stunning body, the wit and the humour. Oh and the sex: the perfect and incredible sex.

“Turn the helicopter around,” I shouted.

The co-pilot looked at me with a startled expression.

“We can’t do that Sir. We’ve come to rescue you.”

“Please! Please turn this thing around. I want to go back to the island.”

“But what shall we tell your family?” asked the pilot.

“Tell them you couldn’t find me. Tell them I wasn’t there when you looked.”

The two men stared at one another again.

“I want to go back.” I said, sounding as assertive as I could. “I want to go back to Abbie Island!”

The pilot then shrugged and started to turn the helicopter around.

“If you’re sure Sir,” he said.

“Oh I’m sure alright. I’ve never been so certain in my life”.

The helicopter turned away from the dark clouds and faced the brilliant sunshine.

I had a very warm feeling inside of me.

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