Roger and Felicia Littlecomb had been happily married for several years. One of the main reasons for their continued happiness together was that they both understood, and, as a matter-of-fact, shared each other's peculiar amorous proclivities: introducing virginal flesh to the gratification of sex.
Roger couldn't help his overwhelming attraction toward young girls, no more so than his wife could prevent her leaning toward untested young boys. That was why they were still happily married because they understood each other's needs. They still enjoyed sex together every once in a while, but the real quest in their minds and bodies was for young flesh.
And they went anywhere for it, too. This time it was on an ocean voyage that took them to a tropical island, where they could gratify their inclinations unstintingly. On the beach beneath the palm trees Roger and Felicia did their best to introduce the native boys and girls to the advantages of sexual civilization.
The problem came with Roger's sociological partner, Barry, or perhaps, his wife, Lola. Somehow she managed to get herself kidnapped by a group of separatist natives. While they dragged the beautiful woman deep into the depths of the jungle, Roger and Felicia continued their sociological probing with the young native flesh.
As Barry follows after his wife, trying to free her from the hold of her abductors, Felicia and Roger hold back nothing in then-attempts to share their physical knowledge with the youth of the local island habitation. By the time Lola is returned to safety, Roger and Felicia find themselves changed in more ways than one.
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Roger Littlecomb. Perhaps you've heard of me. Sociological research, that's my thing. Very interesting work, too. Probing the minds of one's fellow beings. Investigating the significance of the habits of the members of one's species. In the end, of course, it's a job like any other-what can I say?
So here I am on this fine ocean liner, my hands over the railing, watching the course of the slapping, whishing waves. Great rest, this is, no doubt about it. Very relaxing to the mind, if you know what I mean. The sun, the salt air, the devil-may-care attitude of one's fellow passengers: it all leads up to a pleasant vacation.
Of course, this is more than a vacation to me. It's also a business trip of sorts. Combine business with pleasure, that's my motto. And why not? If you can do it, who's to say no? So we're sailing away here, heading for the island. That's where I'll settle down to work. But I don't mind the peace of the voyage before I set down to my toil.
I'm not traveling alone. There's my wife with me. Felicia Littlecomb, my wife. Charming person. Happy personality. Don't give a damn attitude. That's Felicia. Don't know where she is at the moment. Probably in the bar. She appreciates her drink. But who doesn't?
Nor are Felicia and I traveling alone. There's my partner and his wife that are accompanying us on this voyage. Nice couple. Barry and Lola Barnsworth. Charming, both of them, each in their own way. Barry's not a bad fellow to work with. Very efficient, all business-like, quite serious at times.
Myself, I take an easier view of things. Try to enjoy yourself, I say. Why not? Take, for example, Felicia and myself. We've been happily married for quite some time now, but that doesn't stop us from having a go of it with someone else when we get the urge. And why not?
Well, what I mean when I say have a go of it, speaking in a blunt sort of way, is having a good toss in bed with whoever comes along. As long as it happens to be a person of youth and beauty. Charm and a sparkling personality don't hurt any either. If you know what I mean.
And Felicia feels exactly the same way about it as I do. That may be the reason why we've remained happily married together so long. I understand her and she understands me. We don't try to blunt each other's style. Freedom, that's the idea. You do what you like, Felicia, and I do what I like. And it works out swell.
You're probably thinking of spouse-swapping, that sort of thing. You're off the track a little though. I'm sorry to say that Felicia and I don't go in for that, not often at any rate. No, she and I prefer them young. Young and beautiful.
Oh, sure, you'll say, that sounds swell. But it is really. Felicia and I haven't encountered any problems so far. If we had, we wouldn't be where we are now, which is on this ocean cruiser, as I've already mentioned, headed for the island. I'm looking forward to the landing. I don't mind telling you I have plans.
Why? Well, I've heard a lot of nice things said about the place. Supposed to be swarming with beautiful, young people. Very good for my sociological research. Not to mention my after-hours activities. So I anticipate a lot of fun on this voyage. Nothing of note has happened so far, that's true.
But then, we've only been out to sea a few days. You need a little time to feel yourself around. Draw in the atmosphere, so to speak. Have a look at the variety. Don't rush in, I say. There's no need, really. Take your time and let things work their own way.
Felicia was saying just last night at dinner how much she intended to enjoy herself this voyage. Oh, she was really going on. Got a view of some young buck somewhere and started getting excited right away. Take it easy, Felicia, I told her. There's time for everything. No need to rush.
But how she went on with her chatter about this young buck. How strong and firm his young muscles must be, and so on. I had just a glimpse of him myself. Only a hung boy, really. But, as I've said, that's how Felicia and I like it-young and beautiful.
Now, I haven't caught a glimpse of anything particularly appetizing so far. But don't worry. The eyes are open. The flesh is willing. When the opportunity presents itself, shining in the eyes of some young virgin girl, Roger Littlecomb will be ready, I can assure.
All hot and bothered in a moment. You know the way. And that's the same with Felicia. Oh, she's a tigress, she is! Felicia doesn't fool around. Well, I mean to say, she certainly does fool around, but she knows her mind. She-likes it young and hard and firm. And she gets it, too. That's Felicia for you.
Is she good looking? You can bet. Do you think I'd marry a homely woman? Not on your life. No. Felicia is up there with the best of them. And what about me? Well, I wish you could talk to some of the beautiful young girls I've had. They'd tell you a thing or two. I've got what it takes, if you know what I mean.
And that's how they like it too. All these young girls. Waiting for someone strong and firm to handle their virginity for them. Introduce them to all the manifold pleasures of the human body. How else do you think I got into sociological research in the first place?
Well, that's it. The young girls. With their young nipples. And their young cunts. The whole young and beautiful thing, if you know what I mean. And Felicia's no different. She-likes her cocks young and hard, firm and willing. She-likes that boyish build and the inexperienced passion. A lot of fun, you'll admit.
Oh, Felicia and I still have time to play around with each other, besides searching the horizon for all the beautiful young boys and girls. But we like to mix it up. A new face, a new cunt, it can make a world of difference. Felicia agrees. Give me the hard, boiling cock of a young lad, she says, and I'll come back to you Roger, hungry for more. I feel much the same way myself.
Variety is the spice of life. Everyone knows that. That's why we're all on this voyage together. Searching for variety, doing anything practically, so as to not be bored. And we won't, I assure. Oh, Felicia and I are old hands at it, I can inform you.
I could go back in history a little and really raise your eyebrows with some of the tales I could tell. And Felicia too. We've had our fun. And want to have more. And will, no doubt about it. You know, throw that ass out and let the juices flow. And why not?
What about Barry and Lola Barnsworth? Are they in to the same thing? To tell the truth, I don't know. Oh, Barry's my business partner, that's true, but we keep learning more about each other every day. At the moment, however, I've little conception about the scope of their sexual activities.
But I'll tell you one thing, though. I wouldn't mind learning a little more about their amorous proclivities. Curiosity, for one thing. For another, Lola's a beautiful girl. Barry's not a bad looking fellow either. Of course, they're certainly not young enough to suit my steady diet, or Felicia's either, for that matter.
But it might be fun to have a go of it with Lola. For a change, you know. She's stacked, I must say. Felicia admitted it herself. And Felicia can be kind of catty when she has a mind to. But it would be fun, as I've said, to get to know Lola and Barry a little better, speaking for Felicia and myself, if I may.
I might go rambling like this forever. But this young girl just stepped on deck. A beautiful creature, no doubt about it. And young! Give it to me! Look at those boobs! What a figure! And she's only a girl. But they grow up very fast these days, at least in one respect.
That's what I'm looking forward to on the island. The people there mature physically at a very early age. That makes for a lot of tossing on the bed, you know, or the ground, or wherever they do it on the islands. Because that's the beauty of it, really. These young bodies know no bounds. They're tireless. Ask Felicia. But my thoughts are beginning to stray, I'll have to admit. This young chick is really quite a looker. Look at those boobs bounce up and down. Well, I'm really grateful that she's wearing such a flimsy blouse. This ocean breeze helps too. Wow! I could go for her, no doubt about it.
And now she's looking my way. Well, what do you think of that? Well, there's no helping it. I can't be rude, can I? I mean, that's the purpose of these ocean trips. Get acquainted with your fellow travelers, all that rot. No, really, it makes good sense. If you'll excuse me, I'll just go over and talk to her for a bit.
At this point Roger left his post by the railing and slowly strode over to the young girl, leaning against the ladder that rose to the next deck. And she was a beautiful girl. And well developed for her age. Roger Littlecomb nodded his head by means of introduction.
"The name's Roger Littlecomb," he said, "and yours, if I may be so bold as to inquire?"
"Mandy," the young girl replied.
'That's good, I'm glad to hear it," replied Roger, smiling at the girl and letting his eyes rove with pleasure over the curves of her young body.
"So, are you traveling alone on this voyage?" Roger asked.
"Oh no!" the young girl replied. "I'm here with my aunt. She's taking me on this trip to the island. I'm really enjoying myself."
"I should hope so, my dear young girl," said Roger. "After all, that's what it's all about, isn't it? Enjoying ourselves. Nothing could be finer."
"If you say so," said the girl.
"And I say so, Mandy, I say so," replied Roger, grinning at the girl and conjuring up in his mind images of her naked body.
"Well," Mandy said, "you look like a man of experience. You should know, I suppose."
"And I know, I do know, let me assure you, Mandy," said Roger, feeling the pressure in his cock. "Tell me, Mandy, I suppose your aunt is the meddlesome kind, always wanting to know what's going on, that sort of thing, am I right?"
"Oh no!" Mandy replied. "Aunt's not like that at all. She's left me quite free to do whatever I please. And she never interrogates me as to the nature of my activities. I like to roam around on the ship and I look at all the different people. That's what I was doing with you."
"Well, that's odd," said Roger, "because I was occupying myself in a very similar manner. I looked over and here you were. A thing of youth and beauty, right beside me, so to speak. Well, I can tell you, I don't see a girl with your looks every day."
"Do you mean that?" asked Mandy.
"But of course!" Roger replied.
"You're quite a good looking man yourself," Mandy said, nonchalantly putting her small hand to Roger's sunburned shoulder. "I could see your muscles in the sun. You really have quite a muscular build."
"Oh, well, I try to keep myself in trim shape," said Roger, beaming at the girl's compliment, and feeling a surge of blood pour into his penis.
"Yes," said the girl, continuing to fondle Roger's shoulder, letting her fingers feel the hard edge of his muscles, "I can see that."
"Well, I'm very glad that you and I happened to meet, Mandy," said Roger, "it's really most pleasant, talking to someone as young and beautiful as you."
"I like your swimming trunks," the girl said, looking down at the brief amount of material that covered Roger's cock, which was beginning to bulge with the familiar ache and torments.
"And I like your little bikini," said Roger, letting one of his fingers trace the length of the band that fastened the scanty piece of material over her two bulging breasts.
"I think that's a very nice pattern on your swimsuit," said Mandy, letting her hand fall to Roger's cock and graze the material of his trunks.
"Well, thank you, Mandy," said Roger, feeling his prick start to rise in the tight hold of his swimming trunks.
"Yes," the girl continued, "they're really very nice."
The young girl innocently let her hand stroke the bulging mound between Roger's legs. His prick struggled with a fury to raise its head against the tight material. Roger began to feel very constricted, standing there in his swimsuit, when he ached to be naked, and let his prick just stick right out.
"I haven't had my morning tea yet," said the young girl. "Have you?"
"No," replied Roger, letting his eyes wander over the beautiful young girl's form. "I have an idea. Why don't you and I have tea together? To celebrate our new acquaintance, so to speak. What do you say, Mandy? It's only a few steps to my stateroom from here. I can have the steward bring us a tray of tea and pastries for a late morning breakfast."
"That would be fun," said the girl, continuing to stroke the older man's bulging cock. "You feel very hard there."
"Where?" asked Roger.
"Here," said the girl, pressing firmly with her fingers down on Roger's aching cock.
Robert closed his eyes with pleasure. The young girl had such a soft touch. He longed to be lying in bed next to her, having her caress his burning prick, take it into her mouth, fondle his balls.
"Oh, that's because of you," said Roger.
"Really?" asked Mandy in a surprised voice.
"Oh, yes," said Roger. "If you like, I'll show you when we get to my stateroom. Do you think that you would like that?"
"Oh yes," the girl returned with an excited voice. "I really do admire men with muscles, and you feel very strong."
"So, what do you say, Mandy, shall we retire for tea?" asked Roger with a smile, letting his eyes run up and down the lithe legs of the young girl, and picturing them in his mind wrapped around his neck as he fucked her.
"Yes," the young girl replied with enthusiasm, "I'd like that very much."
Roger and the young girl set off for his stateroom. A steward came and took their order and soon returned with a tray of tea and biscuits. Roger breathed with relief when the door closed behind the man. Rubbing his hands with relish, he watched the young girl take care of the tea.
Mandy poured the tea into the two cups and offered the plate of biscuits to Roger. He ate one, munching on it greedily, eager to get to the business at hand. Mandy apparently enjoyed the sweets, because she quickly devoured the entire plate of biscuits. Roger did not mind, however, for he was filled with a hunger for something other than vanilla-iced biscuits.
As a matter-of-fact, Roger enjoyed watching the girl devour the biscuits. It was but another sign of her youth. And her appetite. Roger hoped she would be equally hungry in respect to eating his cock. He was determined, at any rate, to soon find out what exactly were the inclinations of this young, beautiful girl.
"How about having a little fun, Mandy?" Roger asked, downing the rest of his tea with a gulp.
"What sort of fun?" the girl asked innocently.
"Oh, you know," said Roger, "Fooling around on the bed, testing each other's strength, and so on."
"No," the young girl contradicted him. "I don't know. But I'm certainly willing to find out. And I happen to be a quick learner."
"Who could ask for anything more?" Roger asked rhetorically, his eyes lighting up with delight.
Roger threw himself on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress. Roger was thirty-seven years old, and as has been mentioned, the man kept himself in good shape. There was not an ounce of flab on his entire body. His well-toned muscles rippled through his sunburned skin.
Mandy stood watching his acrobatics on the bed with astonished eyes. Needless to say, she was a bit surprised at the turn of events the morning had taken. Here she was in this nice stateroom with this handsome, sunburned, muscular man, who was at the moment bouncing up and down on the bed, waiting for her to join him.
"Come on, Mandy," Roger shouted. "Let's have a bouncing contest!"
"Good enough," the girl replied, moving toward the bed and kicking off her sandals.
Soon the girl was bouncing up and down on the bed with Roger. Their bodies tumbled back and forth against the mattresses, inevitably bumping into each other.
"This is a lot of fun," exclaimed Mandy.
"It sure is!" returned Roger.
But soon Roger became impatient with the anticipatory games. His burning cock wanted action and wanted it fast. He slowed his body down on the bed and leaned over on his side, facing the young girl with a wide smile. Mandy stopped bouncing too and returned his grin.
Roger leaned over and put a gentle hand to the scanty material of Mandy's bikini. The young girl rested her gaze in his eyes. Roger leaned over a bit more and brought his lips down to the young girl's mouth. He started to kiss her, the blood pounding in his cock so that his prick pressed itself urgently against the tight material of his swimsuit.
While he brought his arms close around the young girl, Roger continued to investigate the cavern of her mouth with a tongue that knew no bounds. Slowly Roger let his fingers find their way to the band that fastened the upper half of her bikini.
Untying the band, Roger slowly drew it out in his hand. With a surge the young girl's full breasts fell out from the hold of the upper half of the bikini. Roger feasted his eyes on the rounded mounds of her breasts. His fingers ached to get to work.
And within a moment his hungry fingers were running up and down the flesh of her breasts, squeezing them and pulling her tits back and forth with pleasure. All this time he continued to kiss the young girl, letting his tongue probe the depths of her mouth.
"This feels very good!" exclaimed Mandy, as Roger manipulated her tits in his huge hands.
"Oh, my beautiful Mandy, this is only the beginning," whispered Roger in return.
The young girl heaved herself forward, so that Roger felt her breasts push themselves against the pressure of his hungry hands. The young nipples on her breasts began to harden, as he pinched and squeezed them in all sorts of manipulations. The nipples soon jutted out in all their firm, youthful splendor.
"Wow!" Roger exclaimed. "What a pair of tits you have, my little beauty!"
The girl smiled in pleasure at the compliment from the handsome man. Roger ached to let his cock show its strength. He was beginning to feel the constriction of the material of his swimsuit very annoying. He wanted to let his prick swagger its power in the open air.
"I love your muscles!" the young girl exclaimed, letting her hand reach down and fondle the bulge of Roger's cock, pressing itself forward.
"Oh, how I want to show them to you," said Roger.
"And why don't you?" asked the girl.
"Why not?" Roger replied rhetorically.
With a quick thrust of his hand he slipped his trunks down his legs and threw it to the floor. His aching penis now shot up in the air, released from the constricting pressure of the material of the swimsuit. His swollen prick surged forward before the young girl's very-eyes.
"You're very handsome!" the girl exclaimed in admiration, looking down at Roger's feverish cock.
"And you're very beautiful!" Roger whispered in return, letting his fingers grasp the edge of the bottom half of her bikini.
Wasting no time, Roger quickly drew the scanty material off of the young girl's legs. Her beautiful cunt came into view and Roger gazed longingly at the mound of Venus just an inch or two away from the reach of his fingertips. Meanwhile, the girl stared with delight at Roger's impressive cock.
"Well, my girl," said Roger, beginning to pant with desire, "let's go to it, shall we?"
"Why not?" the girl tremulously whispered in return.
Roger brought his hand down to her young cunt and let his fingers roam back and forth for a while through the curls of her pubic hair. Then he let his finger slide down to the waiting lips of her cunt. Roger brought his mouth to one of her swelling tits, while he inserted his finger into her cunt.
The young girl closed her eyes and rested her head against the mattress pillows. Roger eagerly sucked in her tits with his mouth. His tongue lapped over the hard tits over and over, while his finger probed deeper and deeper into the sweet delights of the young girl's cunt.
"Oh! This feels so good. This is so much fun!" the girl exclaimed.
"And we've only begun!" Roger returned, taking his mouth away from one warm breast and placing it on the other.
Roger's prick swelled with power. His: swollen prickhead became the color of dark purple. His balls tightened in their hairy sac. He longed to start fucking this young woman, this innocent beauty. But he didn't want to go too far the first time. After all, Mandy was a regular beauty, and Roger wanted to enjoy the pleasures of her flesh throughout the voyage ahead of them.
He decided then and there that it might be best not to fuck her this first time, but content himself with substitute pleasures. While these thoughts were going through his mind, Mandy wriggled back and forth in his arms, jutting her swinging breasts against him, urging him in all her innocence to take her tit deeper into his mouth.
Roger had no trouble complying. He eagerly sucked in the beautiful tit, while his finger eased its length back and forth in her cunt. Soon he knew he could wait no longer. He had to come. He had to get his rocks off. He ached to jerk his semen out of his feverish prick.
Taking his mouth away from her delicious breasts, Roger rose slightly on the bed and started to edge backwards, until he came to the position where his face was level with her waiting cunt. Lowering his mouth with his tongue sticking out, Roger began to lubricate the lips of her cunt with his oral organ.
Mandy groaned softly. Roger traced his tongue up and down the lips of her cunt. At the same time he began to strum his prick, bringing it up and down in the air, urging the boiling semen inside him to make its flow. Mandy wiggled her tits back and forth as Roger's tongue found its way into her cunt.
While he surged his tongue forward into her pussy, Roger started to come. In the tight grip of his frantically moving fingers, Roger's penis shot itself forward. Soon, rapid bursts of semen shot into the air. His swollen prick oozed out its rich treasure.
Moaning and groaning, Roger let his head fall to Mandy's wet cunt, while he continued to clutch the swollen penis in his hand, encouraging it with forceful movements to give up the last of its supply of seed. Heavy drops of warm semen spilled to the sheet on the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, here I am again, standing by the railing and going over in my mind the morning's adventure with young sweet Mandy. What a beautiful girl! And what a body! I regret, of course, not going all the way, and letting myself fuck her for all I was worth. But then again, there's time for everything. That's another helpful motto.
As it happened, everything really worked out for the best. Mandy and I wouldn't have had a proper chance to really enjoy our first fuck together, because soon after I came this morning, Felicia knocked at the door of the stateroom. I could see at a glance that Mandy was not a little nervous.
And who could blame her? Well, no trouble. Felicia and I have a very good understanding between each other, which is to say that we understand each other's vagaries. As a matter-of-fact, more for the sake of our partners than ourselves, Felicia and I have worked out a little code that works very well.
We felt obligated to do this, because although she and I are well attuned to each other's proclivities, we had no desire to embarrass any partners we might happen to be enjoying ourselves with at a given moment. So, as I say, she and I have worked out a little code and it really works very well.
"There's a telephone call for you," I called to Felicia this morning, as she stood outside the stateroom door. "Down at the office. It's from Aunt Lily. They're holding the connection."
"Thanks, darling," Felicia's voice hailed out on the corridor.
And then she took off. That's our code. Not bad, do you think? Of course, neither Felicia or I have an Aunt Lily. But real or imaginary, I must confess that she's become one of our favorite relatives. You can guess why. Well, that's the code anyway. Short and simple. Good old Aunt Lily.
So as soon as Felicia took off down the corridor, Mandy and I began to dress, arranging a little rendezvous later on this afternoon. And I am looking forward to our little assignation with more than a little pleasure, I can feel free to assure you.
But, anyway, to get on with matters. As soon as Mandy donned her little two-piece suit and gave me a farewell kiss, I threw on my swimming trunks again. Beautiful little Mandy flitted out the door in one direction and I soon took off in another. I went to the bar, thinking it-likely that I would find Felicia there.
And I was not mistaken. Felicia was sipping down her long cool drink and chatting with someone beside her. As soon as she saw me, Felicia rose from her stool at the bar, begged pardon of her neighbor, and came in my direction, bearing a drink in her other hand for me.
"So Felicia, how did the morning go?" I asked.
"Not as well as yours went, I gather," she replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," my wife replied, "I gather that you were having a little fun in the stateroom during my morning absence."
"Your assumption is correct," I replied. "Would it be erroneous on my part to believe that you were similarly occupied?"
"It would indeed, darling," Felicia replied. "I had no such good luck as you. But I take heart. I've made a little date this afternoon with a real charmer."
"Really?" I asked.
"Roger," Felicia continued, "this boy is like a Greek statue. I could hardly believe my eyes the first time I saw him this morning. I had to take strong control of myself not to reach out and grab him by the cock then and there."
"Well, he must be okay, then," I replied, anxious to tell Felicia about my own little adventure.
"Okay is not the word," she continued. "This boy is superbly built. Firm muscles, jutting out all over the place. No flab, Roger. Mark that last remark, my dear, no flab."
"The point is taken," I remarked through clenched teeth. "Let me tell you about this young girl I had. Her skin was pure and soft and wrinkle-free. Wrinkle-free, Felicia."
"Get fucked, darling," my wife replied.
"Name the time and place, precious," I replied.
As you can see, that's the nice thing about my relationship with Felicia. I mean, why be married at all if you can't share a good joke together?
"So what was this girl really like?" Felicia asked me.
I proceeded to tell her, describing how we met and became better introduced. That's the thing, you see, about Felicia and I. We exchange remarks about our little dates, describing the looks of our partners and what we involved ourselves in. You'd be surprised how much you can learn that way.
"And now tell me about this boy you've got on your mind," I said.
Felicia and I stood by the railing, drinking our drinks and continuing our interesting conversation. Other passengers passed by us and nodded to us in a friendly manner. Well, there was no doubt about it. It was going to be a lovely voyage.
"This boy is something else," Felicia went on. "I could go into actual raptures describing his fantastic physique. As a matter-of-fact, he works on board here. He's only fourteen years old, but they're a little lenient in hiring people below the legal age. They figure the passengers like to see young faces around them."
"It's more than their faces that I want to see," I said.
"Anyway, darling," Felicia continued, "I've a little date with this charmer right after lunch this afternoon. He has a free period then from work, and I mean to see that he enjoys himself."
"Well, he might not get much rest," I said, "but he's sure to enjoy himself."
"That's exactly what I told him myself," Felicia replied, shining her brilliant smile in my direction.
We soon broke off our conversation and made off for the dining room, intent to enjoy our lunch and nourish ourselves in preparation for the afternoon's activities. We had a bottle of good wine, which helped to make the both of us a little heady.
I was more than a little curious to get a look at Felicia's afternoon friend, but the dining room was off-limits to the help. However, I was able to point out Mandy to my wife, inasmuch as the young girl came into the room with an older woman, presumably her aunt.
Felicia nodded approvingly at the young girl. It always makes me feel good to know that Felicia corroborates my tastes. And vice-versa, I might add. So, that was that. Lunch was soon over and Felicia and I parted ways, each eager for the afternoon's activities.
Felicia Littlecomb made her way out of the dining room and returned to her stateroom. It had been agreed over lunch that she would have the room this afternoon, inasmuch as Roger had occupied it this morning. Felicia felt herself all a-tingle with feelings of anticipation.
She closed the door of the stateroom behind her and drew the portholes to a closed position, so that the room became shrouded. In the dark of the room she took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. The brisk water-streams from the shower nozzle poured over her fulsome body.
Felicia was a good looking woman. Blonde, statuesque and full of curves. Her breasts bounced back and forth as she scrubbed her body with a sweet-smelling soap. Once or twice she thought she heard a noise at the door, but found, upon inspection, that she had been mistaken.
Just as she was toweling herself dry, a knock came to the door and roused her attention. She had been dreaming of the fun she would have with her young friend this afternoon. Throwing a light robe around her body, Felicia went to the door.
"Well, come in, handsome," she whispered to the young boy.
"Thanks," the lad carelessly replied, stepping into the room.
"I've been looking forward to our little meeting," Felicia said.
"The same is true of me," the boy solemnly replied.
Felicia slammed the door shut and quickly put the chain to the lock. Then she turned to her young visitor and threw her arms around his neck. Running her hands through his tousled hair, Felicia brought her lips against his mouth and eagerly began to kiss him.
The boy was so young that he had no hair on his face. He pushed his tongue into the cavern of Felicia's mouth and let it probe its way there in wandering delight. He could feel his organ swell, as the soft flesh of Felicia pressed against him.
"I can't tell you how much I've longed to have you like this," said Felicia.
"It's good to be here," he said, the solemn look still in his eyes.
Felicia brought up a careless hand to the neck of her robe and unfastened the pin that held the robe together. In one swift movement she arched her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor. The young boy let his eyes rest on the quivering flesh of her enormous breasts.
"Well, don't wait for an invitation," said Felicia to him, holding her arms out.
The young boy said nothing, but quickly took the few steps forward until he found himself pressing his young body urgently against the older woman's naked flesh. His cock bulged in his pants, as her tits pressed themselves against him.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You are beautiful!"
"That's exactly the way I feel about you, my boy," Felicia replied.
The young man brought his hands up to the older woman's breasts and let them feel their way around her enormous mounds of swinging breasts. Then his fingers clutched her nipples and squeezed them with delight in his eyes. Delighted at his touches, Felicia leaned backwards and closed her eyes.
The young man looked down and his eyes became glued to the vision of her cunt, swaying below him. Greedily he let his eyes run up and down the lips of her cunt. He longed to let his fingers run through the blonde pubic hair. Meanwhile, he could feel his prick swell inside him.
"Well, let's have a look at you," said Felicia stepping back slowly, so that his hands fell away from her swelling, swinging breasts.
The young man looked down himself in an awkward way. Felicia smiled and approached him with her arms. Very gently she unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his hair-free chest. With a soft hand she rubbed her fingers up and down his chest. Then she moved her lips to his and kissed him with a curling tongue.
While this was going on, the young man kicked off his boots. He stood there bare-chested before the older woman in his stocking feet. Felicia let her hands fall to his belt. Taking the belt slowly out of its loops, she smiled at the expression of awkwardness on the boy's face.
"I bet you have some cock," said Felicia.
"That remains to be seen," answered the boy.
"I don't have to see a man naked, before I know what kind of cock he's going to have," said Felicia. "And the first time that I saw you I knew that you would be strung like a mule. I could tell that just by looking at you."
"Well," the young boy said, "I hope that you won't be disappointed."
"Oh, there's no fear to that," Felicia answered, letting his belt fall to the floor.
Felicia was hungry to have him inside her. But she wanted to draw out the pleasure of this afternoon encounter as long as possible too. With eager fingers she unbuttoned the buttons fastening the top of his pants. Keeping her eyes on his solemn face, she slowly drew the pants down to his feet.
"I'm getting awfully hot," the boy exclaimed.
"I bet you are," said Felicia with a laughing smile. "But you're not the only one."
The boy lifted his legs as Felicia drew the pants off of him and threw them to the floor. This young buck now stood before her dressed only in his shorts. The bulge of his young cock made itself felt against the cotton material of his shorts.
"I'm hungry to have you inside of me," Felicia confided, gazing down at the bulging cock behind the cotton shorts.
"I'm feeling kind of anxious myself," the boy replied.
Felicia smiled again and let her fingers grip their way around the top edge of his shorts. Hungry for the sight of his young cock, she quickly drew the shorts down to his feet. The boy's prick swelled up and shot forth in the air. Although he had no hair on his face, he was well endowed with a flocculent fur of pubic hair.
Felicia let her eyes be hypnotized by the swinging of his long penis. Although the boy was several inches shorter than the woman, his penis was more than man-sized. It swung between his legs, dangling its fleshy strength before her eyes. Felicia moved her eyes up and down its gorgeous expanse.
"I'm not in the least disappointed," Felicia announced. "It's just as I said, you're strung like a mule. What a cock. And you so young. I can't wait to get you inside me."
Felicia moved toward the bed. As the boy turned his penis arched higher in the air, becoming as stiff as a ramrod. His balls tightened in their little hairy sac, while his dark-colored prick head nosed its way forward.
"Come on, don't be shy!" Felicia encouraged him, as she sat down on the bed.
"Whatever you say," the young boy replied, slowly making his way toward the woman waiting for him on the bed.
Felicia waited for him with growing anticipation. She watched the swagger of his stiff prick as he walked toward her. She thought of how it would feel to have this stiff, firm, young prick work its way up her hungry cunt. She ached to have him fuck her.
Felicia threw herself backward on the bed, so that her legs stretched far apart. Her pussy quivered as she wriggled her ass against the mattress. Putting a hand to her swollen breasts, Felicia let her fingers knead her nipples, while the young man sat down on the edge of the bed.
Realizing that it might be necessary to take the initiative, Felicia rose up on the bed and put a hand out to the young man's cock. The boy blushed as she brought her fingers up and down the length of his swollen penis. Then she began to fondle his hard balls with gentle fingers, letting the skin of her hand rub against the hairy pouch of his balls.
"Oh, I want you, how I want you!" Felicia exclaimed.
"And I want you too," the boy whispered, somewhat abashed to be sitting naked on a bed with this beautiful woman.
"Well, there's no reason why we shouldn't both make ourselves happy," said Felicia. "I really want you to fuck me."
"Well, you give me the word," said the boy in an awkward whisper, continuing to look at the older woman with solemn eyes.
"You've got it," Felicia answered, spreading her legs wider.
The young boy climbed onto the bed, his prick wobbling between his legs. Crouching between the spread-eagled legs of the woman, the boy put his hand down to the woman's cunt. He ran his fingers back and forth through the expanse of her blonde pubic hair. Then he let his finger reach toward the lips of her pussy.
"That's the way," Felicia encouraged him.
"You feel very good," said the lad.
"And I like it," replied Felicia, grinning down at him with pleasure and stretching her legs wider.
The young boy eased his finger up and down the warm wet orifice of her cunt. He closed his eyes with the pleasure this afforded him. Meanwhile, his prick swelled to the bursting point. His tiny sac was shriveled up, so that his balls couldn't climb any higher.
Felicia's juices poured through her. The lips of her cunt quicly became lubricated with her body juices. Wriggling her ass against the mattress, she longed to have him start to fuck her.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me," she practically pleaded to the young boy kneeling before her.
"Now?" he asked, his proud young prick distended with swollen veins.
"Yes, yes, now, now!" Felicia whispered. "Put it to me, my little man."
The young boy positioned himself forward and eased the head of his prick against the lips of her cunt. Felicia squirmed back and forth, hungry for his entry. Then, leaning over, the boy arched himself over her body and let his prick sink into the sweet waiting hole of her cunt. He groaned with the initial pleasure, as his prick soaked itself in the waiting warm juices.
"Oh, I love it!" Felicia exclaimed, as the young man started to surge his prick forward.
"You're beautiful, beautiful," the boy whispered, as he jerked the cheeks of his ass and bucked himself into her pussy.
His long surging penis began to push itself up the sweet flesh of her cunt. Felicia began to shudder with the throbbing pleasure of his cock inside her.
"Oh, give it to me, hard, hard!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth against the pillows.
The young boy started to propel himself back and forth, heaving his load into her, forcing the hot feel of his meat against the sweet feel of her honey pot. His ass arched in the air, as he jammed it up and down inside her.
"I love it!" Felicia cried, beginning to come already.
Her body shook in the tremors of climax. Rocked with spasms of pleasure, she kicked her legs out, as the young man continued to heave himself forward, propelling his boiling cock upwards.
"Oh, it's wonderful, wonderful!" Felicia exclaimed, rocking back and forth on the bed, rolling her eyes in the hold of pleasure.
"I love your feel, what a cunt!" the young boy whispered, heavily panting, as he surged forward.
Then the young boy began to come. His young ass stuck up high in the air and then swooped down, as he jammed his swollen prick up her cunt. The semen began to spurt out of his prick in thick rich bursts. He shuddered and moaned with the ecstasy rocking his young body.
Felicia moved her ass up and down, so that his prick would come up inside her even higher. The swollen prick head shot out its boiling wad in successive bursts, while his body trembled with the pressure.
In a short time he had spent all of his supply of seed into the pussy of the woman. Dropping his head down on her breasts, he panted with exhaustion, while his prick began to lose its erect state inside her pussy.
"That was a beautiful fuck," Felicia said, fondling him and running her fingers through his tousled hair.
"Ah, you're beautiful," said the young boy, still heavily breathing.
He nestled his head, soaked wet with perspiration from his heated endeavors, against the soft pillows of her breasts. In a moment, his long prick oozed its way out of the loosened hold of her pussy. Felicia reached down and fondled the semen-covered prick head with gentle hands, letting her fingers cuddle the hairy sac of his balls.
"You're some young fucker!" exclaimed Felicia fondly.
Felicia and the young boy lay together on the bed, their arms around each other. The young boy continued to pant heavily, his head at rest between her breasts. Felicia smiled down at him, while her fingers continued to cuddle his balls. She longed to have him fuck her again.
Wresting herself away from his hold, Felicia slid down on the bed until her head was level with his cock. The boy's long flaccid penis drooped lazily between his legs. Cupping one hand around his balls, Felicia took his young penis in her other hand and started to move it to her mouth.
Opening her hungry lips, Felicia softly drew his prick head into her. Greedily she began to suck the warm flesh of the boy's inert prick. Over and over she lapped her tongue around his prick head, while her fingers continued to caress the hairy sac of his balls. Felicia arched her ass in the air, as she crouched between the boy's outstretched legs.
Bringing her head up and down, Felicia moved her lips up and down the length of the boy's prick. At the warm wet caress of her lips the penis soon began to show new signs of life, very slightly lifting its length upward, while the balls in their sac began to make slight rising movements.
Felicia quickened the tempo of her suck, gliding her lips up and down the swelling penis faster and faster. Soon blood rushed in to fill the vacuum of the young boy's prick. The veins began to bulge on his organ, as the prick head began to swell, mounding like the head of a mushroom, j.
Meanwhile the boy raised his head slightly from its rest on the pillows at the top of the bed. Spreading his young legs wider, he jerked his swelling cock forward to accommodate Felicia's gliding lips. Her saliva lubricated the young boy's prick, so that the warm flesh glistened in her hold.
"Ah!" the boy exclaimed, closing his eyes in pleasure. "That feels so good."
Felicia was too busily occupied to make any reply. Faster and faster her lips moved up and down the long expanse of the young boy's swelling prick. Soon his organ was in its full erect state. It shot forward into her mouth as straight as a ramrod. His penis burst with its supply of semen.
Felicia enjoyed the sense of power she had, encouraging the seed out of the young boy's prick. Initially, she wanted more than anything else to have him fuck her again. But for the moment, she was more than content to run her lips up his young swollen flesh and elicit his treasure of seed.
The boy started pounding his small ass against the mattress of the bed, heaving himself forward, so that his bulging young prick surged deper into the cavern of Felicia's mouth. Felicia's tongue was now going at full speed, rubbing the slit on his prick head over and over in the greed to have him spill his seed.
"Ah! This is great!" the young boy whispered, tossing his head back and forth on the pillows.
The young boy looked down at Felicia's enormous breasts, swinging back and forth as she eased her mouth up and down his feverish prick. The two mounds of flesh jiggled against each other, swaying in the air, while Felicia frantically moved her lips up and down, desperate now for the taste of his semen.
She didn't have long to wait. Not being experienced at holding it in, the young boy soon began to feel the force of his semen jet its way up his throbbing prick. His balls tightened in their little sac, which bounced up and down between his legs, while he heaved himself forward.
Soon the young boy began to moan. He shot his wad into Felicia's hungry mouth. Eagerly she sucked in the hot liquid pumping out of his swollen prick head. Again and again he jerked himself forward, so that the thick squirts of semen jetted forth like shots out of a machine gun.
Felicia sank down on the bed in full content, not taking her mouth away from the young boy's sodden cock. While he closed his eyes in the ease of climax, she put her hands around his small ass and let herself fall into a half-sleeping ease.
CHAPTER THREE
Well, here I am again, good Old Roger, a drink in my hand, a smile on my lips. What happened as far as Mandy was concerned? Well, you wouldn't believe it. Or then again, perhaps you would. The old aunt interfered. Oh, you know the hassle. Got a crazy idea in her head and wouldn't let go of it.
She saw Mandy talking to me on the deck and that was that. She marched right over, grabbed the poor kid by the hand, and dragged her away from me, without saying a word. Of course, I haven't given up. Don't give up the ship. That's another good motto.
Talking about the ship perhaps you've noticed that old Roger's back on terra firma. That's right. In a sense, we did give up the ship. Or it gave us up, whichever you prefer. That's why you see me at this gin mill on the island here, a drink in my hand, a smile on my lips, as I think I mentioned.
What about the rest of the voyage? What about it? I mean to say that for myself it got to be a bit of a bore. Oh, I saw some interesting possibilities, but nothing came of it. Bide your time. All things come to those who wait. And your friend Roger is among those who wait, especially if it's for a good thing.
Well, what about Felicia? I can tell you this much-I didn't get to see much of my wife the latter part of the voyage. No way. No sir! Felicia was too occupied with her young friend. It got to the point that I began to forget what our stateroom looked like. That's how often she and the boy managed to put it together.
But all good things must come to an end. And that's what happened to the voyage, as far as Felicia is concerned. The ship docked here at this island, and wasting no time, after unloading its supplies and refueling, took off again. And off sailed Felicia's young boyfriend.
She hated to see the young buck go, but as I told her, there's always another boy just around the corner. And that's what she and I have been looking for since our arrival here on the island. It's a beautiful place, by the way. Tall trees, palm leaves waving in the wind, the ocean breeze, the whole thing, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, we've been here two days now. Barry Barnsworth and I have been busily occupied preparing ourselves for the journey deep into the depths of the island. Oh, you know the sort of thing-trying to get hold of all the necessary supplies and material, and trying to line up the right sort of help for the journey.
Well, you might be thinking that cash might be a little bit of a problem. Not so. Not so at all. Fortunately, Barry and I are working on a grant from the government, so that all expenses happen to be paid by the bureaucrats back home. And that includes our snazzy ocean voyage. Not bad, huh?
Well, I wouldn't be a sociological researcher in the first place, if I wasn't going to get something out of it, besides mounds of statistical data. So, here we are on the island, Barry and I spending money not stinting on anything, so that we can travel, in one sense of the word, in style.
Do things, if you're going to do them at all, Felicia says, in style. She loves style, that girl. And she's got her own, I can tell you. You're probably wondering where my wife is now. Why she isn't next to me, sipping down her own drink, like I'm guzzling down mine.
Well, and this probably won't surprise you, Felicia's off on another sex hunt, making like a scavenger through the streets of this little island port town. And she'll come up with something, I can assure you. I've never known Felicia to recognize obstacles in the course of her search for sexual enjoyment and gratification.
So I'm sitting here in this little gin mill, sipping down a nice drink and regaling you with the little details of our story. Up above me those old fashioned fans are making their gliding circles, and every once in a while an ocean breeze sifts in, so, all in all, the heat here is not too bad.
And I'm enjoying myself. But then, that's what life's for, isn't it? Anyway, to get on with the story: I really regret now that I didn't have the chance to introduce you to the Barnsworths while we were still on the liner. Because now one of them is missing.
Yes, that's right. Missing. This is where our story gets to be a little strange, to put it mildly. Why? Well, as I told you, we took leave of the ship and landed on this island. The four of us. We wasted no time in learning the address of the best hotel on the island (government expenses, after all), and registering ourselves there in very short order.
Then we each retired to our rooms. After taking a short rest and enjoying a brisk shower, the four of us met downstairs in the dining-room of the hotel and enjoyed a leisurely dinner. Champagne and all. Well, why not? Government expenses, as I said.
And please don't think that I'm cheating the government or you taxpayers back home out of your money. No sir! Not Roger Littlecomb. No way. No, you see, this sort of expedition is no little thing. A lot of work and effort goes into it. And, in the long run, the government and you taxpayers back home will be the ones to reap the benefits of our journey.
After all, we risk our lives at times, in seeking out the interesting and valuable data that may be of more than inconsequential aid to you citizens back home. Change your entire life style, perhaps. After all, who's to say? Do you see what I mean?
Anyway, I'm losing the thread of my story. If you're not already sufficiently well aware of the invaluable work of sociological researchers, youll have to talk to someone else. I've got other things on my mind. Lola Barnsworth, for example. Where the hell did she disappear to?
Frankly, I think it was kind of inconsiderate of Lola. Though, of course, perhaps it isn't her fault. But, in any case, we can't make one step further on our journey until she shows up. And I, for one, am beginning to wonder if she ever will.
Well, what happened to her? That's what I'd like to know. Nosy Lola. She always has to go snooping. Not content to sit in the bar and get drunk like the rest of us. No, Lola has to go and take a walk in the gardens. Well, perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on her. After all, snooping, in a way, is my profession.
But dignified snooping, dignified. Let's keep that in mind. Anyway, Lola got up from our table at the bar, where we all comfortably were ensconced after our sumptuous dinner, and announced that she was going to take a walk in the gardens outside the hotel. So, none of us think anything about that. We nod our heads and continue the work, if you want to call it that, of our drinking.
And that was the last any of us saw of poor Lola. Poor Lola, with her beautiful face and figure. Poor Lola, with her snooping curiosity. Poor Lola, who didn't know enough to stay put where she was. Poor Lola, who may have been devoured by the sharks. That last bit was a joke. Lola isn't much of a swimmer and hardly ever goes near the water.
I joke, because it's necessary to lighten up the atmosphere once in a while. And, at the given moment, the atmosphere is kind of serious. Because, as I told you already, we can't take one step on our journey, until Lola shows up. And none of us have the faintest idea where she might have disappeared to.
Oh, I know what you're thinking. That she just up and took off with someone. Well, forgive me, you're mistaken. Lola doesn't work that way. I know, because Barry told me, and if anyone should know that girl, he should, being her husband. Anyway, where's Lola? That's what we're all asking ourselves.
Poor Barry. He's gone practically crazy, searching all over the place for his wife. Fortunately, Felicia and I are endowed with calm nerves, so that we can function more or less as always. Which accounts for the fact that I'm sitting here in this gin-mill and Felicia's off after another boy.
Well, why aren't Felicia and I out hunting for Lola too? For one thing, too many chefs spoil the pot. You've heard that before. And it's true. So, I'm trying to keep ahold of myself here, holding the fort, so to speak, sipping my drink and keeping everything steady.
Meanwhile, Lola could be lost in the depths of the jungle. That's not true, really. The jungle is still quite a ways from here. But I am worried about the poor woman, after all. And another thing to consider is that we're on a schedule, as far as our sociological expedition is concerned.
But, if you'll excuse me for a minute, I just saw this young girl pass by. As a matter-of-fact, she looks too young. But I think I'll go have a look, anyway. As I mentioned to you on the ship, they mature very fast here on the island. So, if you don't mind picking up the tab, I'll join you in a while.
Roger Littlecomb wasted no time in marching his way out of the bar with its circling fans and making his way outdoors. Looking up and down the dusty street, Roger searched for the girl he had seen. She must have been a fast walker, for she was already weaving her way toward the beach quite a bit ahead.
Thankfully, as has been mentioned, Roger was in good trim. It took him no time at all to reach the side of the young girl walking along the sands of the beach. Roger introduced himself in short order and began a cheerful conversation with the young girl at his side.
She was a beautiful little girl. She had long dark hair, which swept down to her bronzed shoulders. Being very young, her breasts were just beginning to show the effects of maturity, starting to swell out. In the style of the islands, her hips swayed back and forth as she walked. Being so young, she had a very slender waist.
Roger was dressed in his usual island uniform, his swimming trunks. His muscular body shone in the rays of the sun, while he walked next to the young girl. Although they had just met, Roger and the young girl were soon engaged in an animated conversation. Roger, gleaming with broad smiles, hungrily eyed the beautifully curved body of the young girl.
Soon they came to a little cove. It was a place of peace and serenity. There was no one else about. Except for the birds that twittered every once in a while high up in the branches of the palm trees. And Roger was too busy thinking of other things to take much notice of the birds.
Except for the one by his side. Roger wasted no time in suggesting to the girl that they stop for a minute here at the cove and rest a bit. The girl proved to be of an amicable nature and readily agreed. Sitting down at a distance from the beach in a little clearing beneath the palm trees, Roger and the girl continued their conversation.
While the young girl was happily chattering away to Roger, he put a hand out and let it caress the fall of her long dark hair. The girl did not seem in the least perturbed by Roger's motions, which only encouraged him to go a little farther. Taking a chance, Roger leaned over and kissed the girl on the cheek in the midst of her conversation.
But again, the girl did not seem in the least disturbed by this caress. She was wearing a light cotton shift that came down to her knees. It was a very light material, so that Roger could make out the budding form of her young breasts beneath the dress.
Leaning over suddenly, Roger put his lips to the young girl's mouth. Hungrily, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. The young girl seemed somewhat surprised at this gesture, but did nothing to counteract it. The next thing Roger was on top of the girl darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, while his cock began to swell in his swimsuit.
Pressing the bulging form of his cock against the soft give of her body, Roger moved his lips to the girl's ears. Pushing away a few strands of hair, Roger began to breathe in the girl's ear, and then started to lick the inside of her ear with a rapidly-moving tongue.
The girl started to twist beneath him, as the caresses in her ear started to affect the rest of her body. She started to hum almost, twisting her lithe, young body back and forth against the pressuring strain of Roger's muscular frame, pressing itself down upon her.
Lifting his mouth from her ear, Roger looked at the girl with eyes half-crazy with desire. His aching desire to spill his seed in her young, virgin cunt showed itself in the burning gleam in his eyes. Meanwhile, his cock swelled to enormous proportions.
"You are beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"You are very nice, too," the young girl whispered in return.
"Do you want me to love you?" Roger saw the young girl shyly nodded her head in silent response.
Roger lifted himself up from her young body and kneeled by her side. Smiling down at her, he began to remove the shift off the girl's body, bringing it up over her head. The young girl brought both of her arms up to assist in the removal of the shift.
In the process her young budding breasts wiggled against each other with a slight tremor. Roger quickly moved his eyes down to the vision of her young, untouched cunt. His eyes ran up and down the young girl's body, while the passion inside him yearned to express itself.
Still kneeling by the head of the girl, Roger reached back and removed his swimsuit. His swollen penis fell out and dangled its fleshy length before the young girl's eyes. His balls rose in their sac as he fingered his penis with a soothing action.
Leaning over, Roger began to move his stiff prick up and down the girl's face, letting his swollen prick-head press its firm pressure against the soft flesh of the girl's face. The girl put out a curious hand and started to finger the man's hairy sac, squeezing the balls in her fingers.
"You've got a beautiful body," whispered Roger, gliding his prick through the girl's dark thick hair.
The girl smiled up at him, but made no response, while she continued to cuddle his aching balls. Rising now, Roger positioned his feet on either side of the young girl's body. His swollen prick wobbled with its show of strength and power in the air above her.
The girl looked up at him, while Roger slowly began to lower himself again down onto the ground. Roger put his hands out beyond the girl's head and positioned himself on the ground, his knees about level with her shoulders. He was all set now to jam it in her.
Slowly moving forward, Roger brought his swollen prick-head up to the young girl's waiting mouth. In her innocence, she kept her lips closed. But Roger's pushing prick-head against the soft resistance of her lips had its way. Soon the girl opened her mouth just a little bit.
Roger inserted his swollen prick-head into the orifice. He groaned once with pleasure as his feverish prick felt the warm wet flesh of her tongue. Leaning over her, Roger began to draw his prick in and out of her mouth. With each new slow thrust he surged slightly forward.
The girl wasn't a slow beginner. Soon her tongue was licking the hot tip of Roger's prick, pushing its way down her throat. As Roger edged his cock forward, the young girl brought her hands up and cradled them against the cheeks of his ass. Soon Roger was pushing so far in her that his wiry pubic hair was nuzzled against the edges of her mouth.
"Ah! This is great!" Roger exclaimed, pushing himself forward now with a growing vigor.
The girl started to move her hands up and down his ass, while his surging, tumid prick sunk deeper inside her. Soon her fingers were tracing the hairy crevice of his ass, running up and down in excitement. These caresses from behind only made Roger surge forward with greater urgency.
Soon Roger started to come, heaving himself forward into her mouth. The thick spurts of semen spurted out with a vengeance, as his ass rocketed back and forth, propelling his swollen prick deeper. The swollen prick-head in the young girl's mouth shot out its supply of semen with power.
The young girl rocked her body back and forth beneath him, while the sticky substance filled the cavern of her mouth. In a shudder, Roger groaned, squeezing with a jamming motion of his body the last of his semen into her mouth. Then, panting with exhaustion, he slowly lowered himself downward and turned on his side.
The girl turned now too, holding his penis in the wet grip of her lips. She brought her hands around his ass again and traced her fingers up and down the cheeks of his ass. While Roger closed his eyes and moaned in the release of climax.
A while passed in this way with the young girl's head nestled close to his cock.
Meanwhile, back in the dusty streets of the tiny port town of the island, Barry Barnsworth was coming up against the sluggish opposition of the island bureaucracy. Frantic now about the welfare of his wife, Barry was leaving no stoned unturned in his search to find her.
"But she's got to be here somewhere!" Barry exploded to the calm-looking official in front of him.
"Mr. Barnsworth," the bureaucrat replied with a voice of calm resignation, "you have already consulted the police about this affair. I admit that it is most unfortunate. However, losing your patience and yelling at me will not produce any favorable results."
"Well," admitted Barry, shaking his head in perplexity, "perhaps I've spoken too harshly. Forgive me, if I've offended you. You realize, of course, the seriousness of this matter. My wife is not at all accustomed to island ways. She's been gone now for over twenty-four hours. I am most concerned."
"And I can sympathize with you, Mr. Barnsworth," the official replied. "But what can I say? You have already notified the police. They will be looking for her. You have notified our Missing Persons Bureau. You have made consultations with your government representative at the consulate. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to let me see the Minister of the Interior!" Barry demanded.
"That would be very difficult to arrange, I'm sorry," said the official, shaking his head.
"Difficult or not, I expect it to be done," demanded Barry. "The consul assured me that the representative of the island government would give me any sort of aid required, in order that my wife might be found. I wish to see the Minister."
"Mr. Barnsworth!" the official said, slightly rising from his high-backed chair. "Please get control of yourself. Becoming incoherent with distress will be of no aid to anyone."
"I want to know," continued Barry, the veins on his temples standing out. "Am I going to see the Minister of the Interior or not? I have a right to know. The life of my wife is at stake, perhaps."
"I will see what I can do," the official replied in his calm voice, picking up the phone at his desk. "Please sit down while you're waiting, Mr. Barnsworth. And try to relax. Our telephone lines on the island are in less than a felicitous condition. It may, therefore, take some time to get my call through."
Barry sat down on the chair opposite the official and worriedly wiped the perspiration from his brow. He had been encountering this same kind of bureaucratic inertia all morning. It was late afternoon now, and nothing of any value had been accomplished. The official, meanwhile, was busy trying to get his call through.
Back in the little cove on the beach, nestled together beneath the waving branches of the palm trees, Roger and the young girl remained in the same position. His cock pressed against her face, his penis still in her mouth. Opening his eyes, Roger began to feel the familiar movements in his prick.
His organ slowly began to fill with blood and twitch in the wet hold of the young girl's mouth. Being a quick learner, the young girl brought her tongue against the swelling prick head and lavished it with tender care, licking it with soft motions.
His balls moved around in their hairy sac against the young girl's chin. Rising to his knees, Roger slowly withdrew his swelling prick from the girl's wet mouth. Switching his position on his knees, Roger again leaned over the recumbent form of the girl, but this time so that his head was hovering over her cunt, while his swelling penis dangled above her open mouth.
Slowly lowering himself, Roger again let his prick enter the soft, wet cavern of the girl's mouth, while he lowered his own mouth toward her waiting cunt. Bringing his lips up against those of her young pussy, he started to circle his tongue up and down the outer lips of her cunt.
While his prick began to sink again into the depths of her willing throat, Roger lowered his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Working very slowly and gently, Roger began to insert his tongue into her cunt, letting the tip of his tongue warm its way into the sweet-tasting region of her pussy.
Soon Roger was bringing his head up and down while he stroked the girl's wiggling cunt with his surging tongue, while his prick, swollen to a length of bulging power, continued the same motions in the girl's mouth.
In no time at all the girl's juices began to flow. At the caresses of the older man, her cunt lips grew moist and wet, opening wider to the pressure of his greedy tongue. As soon as he thought she was ready, Roger lifted himself up again and turned around.
The warm, wet lips of the girl's cunt awaited him. Slowly bringing himself down, Roger let his penis make its slow entry into her wet pussy, Encountering no opposition whatsoever, it soon occurred to Roger that perhaps the girl wasn't quite a virgin, after all.
But little details like that never bothered Roger before, and didn't now. She was certainly young enough to still be a virgin, but then again, things on the island here were different from elsewhere. Be that as it may, Roger's swollen prick surged up the soft, sweet flesh of her cunt.
Drawing his ass back, Roger looked down at her with gleaming eyes. Slowly propelling himself forward, he brought his swollen prick deeper inside her. The girl began to twist back and forth on the ground, throwing her head first one way and then another.
Roger started to jam it in now, as the semen began to speed up the swollen length of his feverish prick. Heaving and panting, he fucked her with a growing vigor, while the girl began to moan in pleasure beneath him, throwing her arms out and clenching her fists.
"Ah! I love your beautiful body!" Roger whispered, his eyes burning with passion.
"It is so good!" the young girl whispered in a shy voice, as the swollen meat of the man burned inside her pussy.
Roger would have liked to have drawn the pleasure out, but it was too much to ask.
He had to let himself go and heave it into her. His balls swung back and forth as he jammed his prick up her cunt.
"Ah! You're so beautiful!" he cried, fucking her for all he was worth.
The girl was already too lost in the thrall of climax, moaning and groaning with animal sounds of pleasure, as her juices poured inside her. Roger began to come now too, heaving himself forward, so that his semen spilled out in burning, rat-a-tat spurts, shooting its supply inside her.
The bodies of Roger and the young girl rocked back and forth for a considerably long time on the ground beneath the palm trees.
CHAPTER FOUR
So here I am again, back in the gin mill and enjoying a nice cool drink. Well, I certainly enjoyed the activities of the afternoon. That young native girl was really something. What a fuck! It was a shame it had to end, but finally she took off, saying her folks would be wondering where she was.
So I donned my swimsuit, after taking a nice swim, splashing about naked in the water, and returned here to have a drink. I'm wondering just now What luck poor Barry had today. I'm really beginning to wonder if we'll ever see poor Lola again. Oh, I don't want to exaggerate, but you know what life is like on these islands. One just doesn't know, if you know what I mean.
Just a few minutes ago I was informed by the waiter that there was a messenger from the hotel staff out on the porch. Well, I went out and learned that I had received a phone call in my absence. From Felicia. The message was that she would be occupied all evening and not to wait for her to have my dinner.
So apparently she's had some luck. Well, that takes care of Felicia. I daresay, Barry should be coming back soon. I'll have to go back to the hotel after I finish the drink and see if he had any success in his search for Lola. On second thought, though, perhaps I'll have just one more. No need to hurry. That doesn't suit life on the island here.
Yes, I think I'll have just one more drink and then take off for the hotel. The sun is a little lowered in the sky and breezes from the ocean are drifting in quite regularly, so it's quite pleasant here, all in all. And this drink tastes marvelous. They make fabulous concoctions here on this island.
It strikes you that I'm a bit callous, seeing that Lola may be lost in the depths of the jungle, or up in one way or another to her teeth in trouble? Well, for one thing, I would like to remind you that no one asked her to leave the party that night. We were all having a good time and she takes it into her head that she wants to go for a walk.
Well, it turned out to be some walk, I guess. But don't get me wrong. I sympathize and empathize quite strongly. It's in my nature. But there's no sense in losing one's head about it, is there? Keep calm, I say. Besides, what good would it do to get all raised up and excited here in this gin-mill?
No good at all. So I'll stick to my original plan. Have one more drink and then return to the hotel to learn the news. I regret to say that poor Barry is not endowed with a similar nature. He tends at times to get quite excitable, unreasonably so on occasion. I wonder how he's doing.
Just at this moment Barry was being shown his way into the office of the Minister of the Interior. A lower official was explaining to Barry the intricate necessities of the island's practice of protocol. Barry listened with only half a mind, being desperate now to learn something about his wife.
Barry was shown into a waiting room and told to wait. Time dragged by slowly while the nervous man strode back and forth in impatience. After an hour's time the official at the desk answered the ringing telephone and voiced a few words of response.
The official rose from his chair and, motioning to Barry with his hand, opened the door leading into the high official's office. Barry strode in impatiently, furious that he had been kept waiting for so long. A tall, well-dressed figure rose from behind the gigantic desk and extended his hand.
"Mr. Barnsworth, I presume," the dignified official said.
"That's correct, Your Excellency," replied Barry in a strained voice, shaking the man's hand. "I believe that you've been informed of the reason for my presence here. I hope that you'll be able to help me. I'm nearly frantic with worry concerning the whereabouts of my wife. She's been missing for nearly two days now. I don't know what might have happened to her."
"Mr. Barnsworth, Mr. Barnsworth," said the Minister of the Interior, shaking his head in disapproval, "please calm down. I can hardly understand a word you're saying. You must try to get a grip on yourself."
"But surely you can see why I'm so excited," returned Barry, taking the seat the Minister offered to him.
"Of course, I can see that," replied the dignified official. "But we must try to act in a calm and. thoughtful manner."
"You have no news of my wife?" Barry asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," the Minister replied.
"Is she all right? Where is she?" Barry asked, rising from his chair again.
"Please remain seated while I talk to you, Mr. Barnsworth," the official said. "I am going to ask you to listen to me carefully, while I try to explain the situation."
Barry sat down again in his chair and looked with eager eyes toward the white-suited official standing before him. The man was exceptionally well-dressed and held himself in an erect, dignified posture. While he talked to the nervous man before him, the Minister returned to his place behind his enormous desk and took his seat.
"First of all," the Minister began, "I would like to say that I think it quite possible for us to consider that your wife remains in good health. This sort of thing has taken place here before many times, and seldom has anything of grievous nature occurred. There is no reason for us to think that this situation with your wife will be the exception."
"But what do you mean when you say all this?" Barry asked. "What has happened to my wife, Lola?"
"At the present moment," the Minister calmly continued, "Mrs. Barnsworth is, to the best of my knowledge, somewhere in the low hills to the east of us in the jungle."
"What are you saying?" Barry asked.
"What I'm saying," the Minister calmly continued, "is that your wife is most-likely located about a distance of fifty to seventy miles from us in the low hills of the jungle. There is no reason, on our part, not to assume that she is in good health and relatively well taken care of."
"But what happened to her?" asked Barry in a tone of disbelief.
"Your wife fell into the hands of a slightly excitable group of separatist natives," the Minister said, crossing his leg and folding his hands calmly.
"In other words," Barry said in a rising tone, "Lola has been kidnapped."
"I suppose," the Minister replied, "that expression could be used. But you must not lose your head, Mr. Barnsworth. This sort of thing has happened, as I told you, many times. It is only, in a fashion, the natives' way of making a gesture."
"But at what cost and to whom?" Barry asked.
"There is no reason to believe that your wife is not in good health and proper standing," he replied. "I give you my assurance that we will aid you in every way possible so that your wife may be returned to you in the shortest amount of time."
"But what is their purpose in kidnapping her?" Barry asked.
"A gesture," the Minister of the Interior replied. "If you try to remain calmly seated, I shall attempt to outline to you the details of a plan for the safe and unharmed return of your wife."
Barry brought his soaking wet handkerchief to his perspiring brow and wiped it there nervously, while he listened to the calm droning voice of the Minister. All sorts of terrible visions rose up in his mind concerning the welfare of his wife, but he realized the futility of such thoughts and tried, as was suggested, to keep a hold on himself, while the Minister continued to discuss various aspects of the plan for the safe return of his wife.
Night was descending on the island now. The palm trees waved their branches back and forth in the breezes blowing into the island from the ocean. A half-moon positioned itself in the sky. Except for the occasional chattering of the monkeys in the trees, the tiny port-town of the island was very quiet.
Felicia Littlecomb was making her way along the moonlit strip of beach on the outside edge of the tiny port-town. She had made an assignation earlier that afternoon and was now on her way to keep her appointment. Her long blonde hair swished along her shoulders.
The waves of the ocean brushed back and forth along the shore, while Felicia strode along the beach. From time to time a nightbird would whistle its call in the grove of trees that bordered the beach. Finally, Felicia came to a place on the beach where the battered hulk of an ancient armament instrument surged upward from its half-buried position in the sand.
This was the place that the boy had mentioned to her this afternoon. Felicia turned around, looking for the boy, but no one was to be seen. Shrugging her shoulders, Felicia started to untie the cloth ribbon that held her shift together. With one tug of her hand the shift fell to the ground, exposing her fulsome naked body.
Putting her hands to her breasts, Felicia squeezed her nipples with her fingers, while her mind wandered back to the scene she had with the boy this afternoon. Lascivious images came and rose before her mind's eye, while she kneaded her tits in her fingers.
Taking a look out to the gleaming waves of the ocean, Felicia took a couple of steps forward and let the cold water of the ocean waves wash around her feet. Spreading her legs and dropping her hands to her side, Felicia stared straight ahead, lost in the conjuring up of various sexual images.
Without realizing what she was doing, Felicia let her hand glide to her cunt. Softly she let her fingers run up and down the circle of her cunt lips, encouraging the juice inside her to make its flow. Images of the naked body of the boy filled her hungry mind.
Suddenly, she heard a sound. Turning, Felicia saw the small slight figure of the boy standing by the trees. He smiled at the woman as she quickly walked up the sands of the beach toward him. His eyes were drawn down from her smiling face to the beautiful vision of her wet-lipped cunt.
"So, here is my handsome friend," she said, smiling at the boy and extending her arms.
"Hello, lady," the boy replied, shyly smiling up at her, his white teeth providing a contrast to the deep bronze color of his skin.
"And how are you, my friend?" she asked.
"I looked forward to our meeting," the boy replied, a shy smile on his lips.
"And I too," Felicia said.
The boy put a hesitant hand out and touched one of Felicia's swinging breasts. The warm, inviting feel of her flesh made him take a tighter hold, as he rubbed his fingers back and forth, caressing the soft, swelling mound of flesh. Felicia reached up with her hands and cupped her swinging breasts in her hands.
Taking another step closer, she brought her breasts against the young boy's face. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her tits, while his eyes dropped down to the vision of her pussy. Felicia's breasts swelled with warmth, while her nipples became hard and firm in the boy's mouth.
"You're very handsome," she whispered to him, smiling at him.
Taking a step back, Felicia held the young boy by the shoulders and glanced up and down his frame. He was several inches shorter than her, his young body was well-framed, and he had, as she said, a handsome young surface.
"Do you want to love me?" Felicia asked, sitting down on the sand.
"I do," he replied.
"Do you know how?" she asked.
"I'm not quite sure," he said hesitantly, obviously embarrassed by his inexperience.
"That's all right," Felicia soothed him. "I'll show you."
"I would like that," the boy replied.
"Now you must lay down, while I begin," she said. "I'll tell you as we go on what you must do."
The boy silently complied, stretching out on the sand beside her. Felicia turned over and began to unbutton his shirt. As soon as the boy was bare-chested, Felicia lowered her head and washed her tongue against the firm young belly of the boy. A few traces of belly hair were beginning to appear there, and Felicia eagerly washed her tongue through their soft touch.
"It will feel very good to have you fuck me," said Felicia. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," said the boy, his eyes still on the lips of her cunt.
"And are you warm for me yet?" asked Felicia.
"Yes," the boy replied.
Felicia reached her hand down and let it roam up and down the legs of his pants. Soon the mound of his cock began to make its outline felt against the material of his pants. Felicia softly rippled her fingers along the bulging form, while the boy stared hungrily at the wet lips of her cunt.
Unbuttoning his pants, Felicia wasted no time in drawing them off of the young boy's legs. His young, inexperienced prick started to rise in the air before her. It was an organ of surprising proportions, considering the boy's undeveloped frame. But his sex organs had already reached an impressive size.
His young prick swelled rapidly, the veins bulging out, while the balls in his large, loose sac began to move upwards. Felicia worked her hand up and down the hot length of his prick, while the fingers of her other hand cuddled the large, still loose sac of his balls.
The boy looked down with curiosity as Felicia lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Bringing her lips up and down the burning length of his prick, she could feel her own juices pour inside her pussy.
"Oh!" Felicia whispered.
"Your breasts are so big," said the boy, looking at the enormous tits swinging back and forth.
"I'm glad that you like them," said Felicia.
She savored the warm, male smell of his swollen prick. With greedy motions she eased it deeper into her mouth, while she gripped her hands around his young tight ass. With her hands gripped around the cheeks of his ass, she encouraged him to rock forward.
The boy started to heave the lower part of his body upward. He started to pound his ass against the sand, as his prick surged down Felicia's throat. Hungrily gripping him tighter, Felicia dug her fingers into the flesh of his ass.
Soon his prick was surging deep into the cavern of her throat. Felicia's breasts swung back and forth as she brought her lips up and down the feverish length of the boy's organ.
"Oh, you feel so good, what a beautiful boy you are!" exclaimed Felicia.
"This feels so nice," the boy whispered, while he could feel the semen inside him boil upwards.
"Give it to me, my friend, give it to me!" Felicia cried.
The young boy heaved himself forward and his body began to rock with tremors as his semen shot into her mouth. Again and again thick hot spurts of his seed shot forth into her mouth, spilling their warm substance in shuddering bursts of power.
Felicia brought her mouth all the way down to the base of the boy's cock, as he jerked the last of his semen into her. The warm substance inside her mouth, Felicia savored the feel of his semen, while she lapped her tongue around the slowly diminishing length of his prick.
The moon shone down on their two naked bodies on the beach. Occasionally a monkey could be heard chattering excitedly in the depth of the trees behind them. Except for that, the shore was completely quiet, save for the steady swish of the waves.
Here I am again, good old Roger, and properly drunk. Well, you know how it goes. One drink follows another and before you know it, your hand's unsteady and your words are slurred. Thankfully, I know how to hold it. Practice. But I'm determined. One more drink and then I go.
I haven't been here all night, you know. As I told you, after I finished the second drink this afternoon I took off for the hotel. But poor Barry was nowhere around. Nor had he sent any messages. I hope that he hasn't managed to get himself lost too. After all, we came here to do some work, and I'd like to get started.
Well, I enjoyed a solitary dinner and then returned to this gin-mill and have been here ever since. I left word at the hotel that Barry could find me here, if he wanted me. But that was hours ago.
But, as I say, keep a cool hand. And that's what I've been doing. These cool drinks help. Well, the sun disappeared a long time ago. Felicia, no doubt, is busy with her business. And where poor Lola is, well, who knows? I'm having a last drink and then heading back for the hotel. Barry's got to return sooner or later, Felicia too, for that matter.
"I'm still not sure that I understand the situation, Your Excellency," said Barry in his worried tone.
"Well, there's nothing to it, Mr. Barnsworth," the Minister of the Interior replied. "This sort of thing has so often happened in the past that we've developed a scheme to handle the situation every time it erupts. It's island trouble, the typical sort. I'm sure you've read about it in the papers."
"But why did they pick on Lola of all people?" asked Barry.
"They are a bit discriminatory when they choose a hostage," he said. "But all will end well. The only thing to do is to show the natives in a calm way that their requests will be gratified if they return the hostage in safety."
"But what are their requests?" asked Barry.
"Oh," the Minister explained. "Their requests vary with surprising irregularity. No doubt they have friends sequestered in the local prison, whom they wish to be set free. Or perhaps they want funds for the expansion of their guerilla movement. As I said, the requests or demands are seldom the same."
"But how does one deal with these people?" Barry asked.
"Carefully, Mr. Barnsworth, very carefully," the Minister replied. "If you try to deal with them in a humane manner, they will most-likely react in similar fashion. Any display of aggression on your part would be most unwise."
"But how am I to find these people?" Barry asked in a disheartened voice.
"I will provide you with a guide, who is more than familiar with the territory in the hills," the Minister replied. "It gets to be a bit treacherous up there, so you have to watch your step. This guide will instruct you as well on how best to deal with the natives."
"How did you learn that my wife was taken by these people?" Barry asked.
"I have sources," the Minister said. "I would not be where I am today if I did not have sources."
"Would it be possible for us to set off tomorrow?" Barry asked.
"Not only would it be possible," the Minister replied, "it would be advisable as well. I will do my best to see that you are outfitted with all the necessities. My staff will take care of those details, so that you can set off at dawn tomorrow. It's always wise to make an early start."
The Minister continued to confer with the nervous man, explaining in full detail the scope of the operation ahead of him. Barry shook his head in perplexity as he listened to the droning tone of the Minister's voice. Outside the moon rose high in the sky, while the two men talked in the palatial office.
Felicia and the young boy looked up at the half-moon in the sky. Their bodies were dripping wet, having just returned from a swim in the waters along the shore. The rays of the moon's light shone down on their naked bodies. Then and again a bird would call.
Felicia looked down at the penis dangling between the young boy's legs. He felt her gaze and looked awkwardly away. Slowly the two walked up the shore and settled themselves upon the ground beneath the waving branches of the palm trees. Felicia looked up and down the firm young body of the boy.
Reaching out with her hand, she started to strum the boy's prick, while she jabbed her own finger into her cunt. In no time at all the boy's prick began to swell to its former proportions.
"I want you to fuck me!" Felicia whispered.
"And I want to fuck you," the boy replied, looking at her longingly.
Soon her juices started to pour inside her again. Felicia brought herself above the recumbent form of the boy, so that her cunt was level with his stiff, arching prick. Looking down at the boy with eyes of tenderness, Felicia slowly lowered herself down, so that his swollen prick head met the wet lips of her hungry cunt.
"Push it in!" she whispered.
"I'll go softly, yes?" he asked.
"As hard as you like!" Felicia answered.
The boy heaved with his ass against the ground, and his prick surged into the hole of her pussy. The boy groaned with pleasure as the tight feel of her cunt enveloped his burning dick. With her hands on either side of his body, Felicia lowered herself downward until the entire length of his swollen prick was all the way inside her.
Then Felicia began to move up and down, letting her wet cunt lips ease against the hot flesh of the young boy's prick. The boy groaned again with pleasure, and Felicia quickened the fucking rhythm, moving her body up and down, so that her cunt lips moved up and down his prick.
"Oh, you feel so fucking good!" Felicia exclaimed.
The boy's large loose sac had tightened up its hold around his balls. Felicia's breasts swung in the air above him, while she eased her pussy up and down. His young swollen meat bulged with its hot supply of semen.
"Do you like it?" Felicia asked.
"I do," the boy replied, closing his eyes.
"Shall I go faster?" Felicia asked.
"Yes!" he answered.
Felicia started to pound her body up and down with a frenzied vigor. The boy started to moan and groan beneath her, as the semen shot up his prick. Soon he was coming inside her, thick rich spurts of his juice shot out in the sweet depths of her cunt. Felicia was coming now too, moaning and groaning, her body swaying with pleasure.
The boy jerked himself from his hips, pounding his ass against the ground so that he jettisoned the last of his supply out of his feverish prick. Felicia moaned with the resulting pleasure, swaying with the melting joy of the flow of her own juices. A cloud passed over the moon, while the frantic motion of their two naked bodies slowly subsided.
CHAPTER FIVE
Well, here I am, having my morning coffee on the veranda of the hotel. The night passed uneventfully as far as I was concerned. I returned to the hotel quite late, leaving the gin mill with not a little reluctance, and returned here to find that neither Felicia or Barry had come back in my absence.
I don't worry about Felicia. She probably couldn't tear herself away from her young boy, that's understandable enough. They probably spent the night on the beach. You know how that thing goes. All the more power to her too! That's what Roger Littlecomb says. Catch me being possessive? No sir!
Well, as I was starting drunkenly up the long winding stairs of the hotel last night, who should come in but Barry. I heard him call to me and turned on the staircase to look down at one of the most nervous, bedraggled men it's ever been my misfortune to look upon.
Poor Barry. He just can't seem to learn how to deal with things here in the proper way, island style, that is, slow and easy, if you know what I mean. Well, anyway, I descended the stairs, tripping a little along the way, and met Barry at the banister.
"What's up, Barry?" I asked, dreading the flow of nervous, frantic words I was sure would follow.
Well, that is what happened. Barry proceeded to describe to me the events of his day in agonizing detail, telling me how he pounded his head uselessly against the unfeeling wall of bureaucratic unconcern. It took him forever to get to the part of the Minister of the Interior, which is the only part that really mattered.
Barry told me all about his interview with the Minister, what the Minister suggested, and so on and so forth. Very good, I said. The man knows what he's talking about. Have no doubt about it, Barry, my friend, listen to the man and take heed. So Barry outlines to me the plan the Minister outlined to him.
Exceptional! That's what I told him. Take the Minister's advice and do as he says. Go into the jungle with the guide and retrieve your wife. But, you're coming with me, aren't you? That's what he asked me. Well, it goes to show you how little Barry understands the particular sociological peculiarities of his partner.
Because there was no way that I was going into that part of the jungle. Of course, he and I had been assigned to do sociological research here on this island, but not in that part of the jungle. As a matter-of-fact, we had been specifically warned not to go near those eastern hills, where these separatist natives are clustered together.
Well, I don't know what Barry could have been thinking about when he asked me to accompany him on that journey. Because the answer had to be no. No doubt about it. I was not risking life and limb to go and look for foolish Lola. Well, of course I sympathized. A great deal, as it happens to be. But the fact remains that she got herself into this mess, and it was certainly not my responsibility to get her out of it. No way.
So I had to put it to Barry slowly and diplomatically. I explained to him that, number one, my own wife was temporarily missing. How did he expect me to go off tramping in the jungle looking for his wife, when I wasn't even aware where my own wife was located.
Secondly, I explained to the poor fellow that someone had to stay here and hold the fort, so to speak. I explained that I would have to let our superiors back home know that we had become delayed because of Lola's unhappy disappearance. I would also have to make the proper arrangements as far as our supplies for our sociological expedition were concerned.
It took a while, but finally Barry began to realize that there was no way in this world that he was going to persuade me to accompany him on his death-inviting trip into that man-eating part of the jungle. Gradually it dawned on him that Roger Littlecomb wasn't taking one step near those eastern hills.
But I did do my best to give the poor guy moral support, telling him that there was nothing to worry about, that I was sure that Lola was still in good shape, that everything would end up all right, and so on and so forth. What else could I say? That's what he wanted to hear, isn't it? You can bet it is.
So, here I am, drinking my coffee on the hotel veranda in lonely splendor. There's a nice breeze every once in a while, and, all in all, I've nothing to complain about. I wasn't up this morning when poor Barry took off for the jungle. He definitely didn't get much sleep last night. I feel for him.
I asked the members of the staff if the guide came for Mr. Barnsworth this morning from the Ministry of the Interior. They told me, yes, that the guide arrived at the crack of dawn, and that Mr. Barnsworth left no message for me, before setting off for the jungle.
Poor Barry. What message could he leave for me? Goodbye? Because that's what it might turn out to be as far as he and the world are concerned. Those eastern hills in the jungle have a terrible reputation. You've probably read about them in the newspapers.
So, for the time being, I've become a man of leisure. There's nothing else that can be done really. Oh, I'll notify the superiors back home that we've encountered a little delay, explain the problem, but that shouldn't take long.
I'll have to make arrangements as far as the supplies for our sociological expedition are concerned. But that's about all.
So there's really nothing else for me to do, but comb the neighborhood for the local youthful delicacies. Investigate the pleasures of the body with the young denizens of this tiny port town.
As a matter-of-fact, I noticed a new girl working at the hotel this morning. She was carrying a load of sheets and pillow cases up the stairs, as I was coming down for breakfast. Really a charmer. I nodded to her and received a smile back. So as soon as I finished this coffee I'll try a little reconnoitering.
Roger Littlecomb finished off his cup of coffee and made his way inside the hotel. It was an old-fashioned sort of hotel, replete with winding staircases, hidden alcoves, and turrets on the roof. At this late hour of the morning the hotel was practically emptied of its present supply of guests, most of them being down at the little shops in town, or relaxing on the beach.
Roger climbed the stairs, keeping an eye out for the girl he had seen this morning. He roamed up and down the halls and passageways for some time, like an animal on the prowl, but the young pretty girl of the morning was nowhere to be seen.
His reconnaisance having proved fruitless, Roger decided to return to his room. Perhaps Felicia would soon return and regale him with details of her night on the beach with her boy-lover. Heaving a soft sigh of defeat, Roger turned the knob of the door and walked into his room.
As luck would have it, the pretty girl was in the process of making up his bed. Mentally, Roger rubbed his hands in anticipatory pleasure. Approaching the girl with a grinning smile, Roger nodded his hello again and tried to start a conversation. The girl was very young and quite shy, but Roger was an experienced practitioner in drawing people, especially young girls, out of the hold of shyness and timidity.
"You're really a little beauty, did you know that?" asked Roger, leering at the young girl from across the other side of the bed.
The girl made no reply, but smiled in return, while she continued to make up his bed, billowing the sheets in the air and adjusting the wrinkles on the bed. A cool breeze blew in every once in a while from the open window, rustling the drapes and sifting through the long strands of dark hair swishing about the girl's shoulders.
Roger was hungry for sex. He hadn't had anything since the afternoon before, and it was against his principles to let too long a period evolve between his acts of physical pleasure. He longed to undress this pretty young girl and investigate the pleasures of her young body.
Moving around the room, Roger came to a stop behind the girl and softly put his hands on her shoulders. The girl turned around, beamed a smile at Roger, then turned around again and returned to her work in making up the bed. It was a pity that she took such strains, because Roger had no intention of allowing that bed to remain neat any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Bending down, Roger put his lips to the soft gloss of the girl's dark hair. Slowly he began to move his lips up and down her hair. Then he advanced to her neck, pushing the curtain of hair aside. His lips nuzzled their way from her neck to her ear.
The girl stood still while Roger blew into her ear with a heavy breath, letting the tip of his tongue graze the sensitive parts of her ear. Shivers went through the young girl's body while Roger continued his ministrations. Not encountering any opposition, Roger slowly moved his hands around her waist.
"Why don't you jump into bed with me?" Roger asked, whispering in her ear.
"Me?" the girl asked.
"Yes, you," Roger replied.
"I cannot," the girl answered.
"Why not?" Roger asked, letting his hands rotate around her slim waist.
"Because I have work to do, for one thing," the girl answered, her voice dropping to the whisper that Roger was using.
"But that's not important," Roger maintained, bending his head lower, so that his cheek grazed hers.
"But it is," the girl replied. "I could get fired, if I don't do my work."
"But who's going to miss you for a few minutes?" Roger wheedled.
The young girl made no reply, but bent her head back, so that Roger nestled her closer. Roger moved his lips up and down the soft flesh of her cheek. The girl sighed and closed her eyes. Roger started to move his hands upward.
Because she was so young, her breasts were just beginning to bud. Against the stiff starch front of her uniform, Roger could hardly appreciate the swell of her tits. He longed to rip the uniform off and expose her young body to the pleasure of his eyes.
"Don't make me sleep alone," said Roger.
"It's too early to sleep, anyway," the girl replied.
"We could relax together on the bed for just a minute," Roger said, letting his hands rove up and down the front of her body.
The girl said nothing, but kept her eyes closed, as Roger slowly took her more fully in his arms. Holding her in a firm grasp, Roger let his body fall to the bed. Holding the girl on top of him, Roger bit her ear from behind, while his hands started to fiddle with the belt at her waist.
Then Roger got impatient. He reached his hand down and started to move it up her leg. The girl moaned softly when his hand came against the material of her panties. Roger let his fingers trace back and forth over the soft material, covering her young cunt.
Then, while his prick pressed itself against the restriction of his pants, Roger slowly drew the panties downward to the girl's knees. His fingers greedily returned to the site of her young cunt. Hungrily, Roger let his fingers rove through the girl's pubic hair.
Then he let his finger start to circle the lips of her little pussy. Over and over Roger drew his finger around. Then he started to insert the tip of his finger into the young girl's cunt, going at a very slow and gentle pace. The girl closed her eyes and moaned again as Roger's finger found its way inside her.
"Oh, I really want to fuck you!" he whispered, as his finger strove deeper. "Do you want me to?"
"I don't know," the girl whispered in return, too caught up in the pleasurable thrust of his finger to think clearly.
"It would be a lot of fun," said Roger, removing his finger from her cunt.
"Oh, that felt very good," the girl quietly whispered, pushing the side of her face close to Roger's mouth.
The older man kissed her cheek, while his hands moved to her pert young ass. His fingers ran up and down the round mounds of flesh of her ass. The girl spread her legs wider, as she lay on top of him, while she succumbed to the warmth of his kisses.
Roger was dying to get inside her. He put his hands out and brought the panties off of her legs completely. Then he reached up and undid the belt around her waist. Still kissing her with a feverish passion, Roger unbuttoned the long row of buttons that marked the front of her dress.
The girl was wearing a short silken halter over her breasts. She lifted her arms up, as Roger drew the uniform off of her body. Then Roger put his hands up underneath the silken halter. His fingers roved over her tiny budding breasts with pleasure.
He started to knead her small nipples, twisting them in the tight pinching hold of his hungry fingers. While his hands massaged her breasts, the young girl spread her legs out wider. Roger looked down with a hungry glance at the sight of her small pussy wiggling at the warmth of his caresses upon her tits.
"How I want to fuck you!" whispered Roger, lifting the silken halter over her head and throwing it down to the floor.
Now the girl lay on top of him, naked in her youthful beauty. Her fingers clasped the sides of his legs, as he continued to massage her breasts. The young girl could feel the swelling warmth rise in her tits, as her nipples became hard and tight.
Meanwhile, Roger was experiencing a bit of discomfort, as his prick pressed its arching form against the restricting material of his pants. Slowly Roger rolled the girl over on the bed. She lay face down with her head against the pillows. Roger rose from the bed and started to strip.
In a moment he was naked at the foot of the bed. His bulging cock showed its power: his prick arching high and stiff in the air, his prick head swelling to a dark-purple color, while his balls rose in their hairy sac. Roger roved his eyes over the sweet cheeks of her ass in grateful contemplation.
Getting down on the bed again, Roger kneeled above the girl, his prick jutting out between his legs. Putting down his head, Roger began to suck her ass, letting his tongue run up and down the crevice between the wiggling cheeks of her tender ass. Crouching lower, Roger started to insert his tongue into her ass-hole, while he parted the cheeks of her ass with anxious hands.
"What a beautiful ass you have!" Roger whispered to the girl, lifting his head for a moment from the dark lips of her ass-hole. The girl squirmed on the bed below him, the cheeks of her ass twitching back and forth. Roger leaned down again and started to poke his tongue into her ass-hole with growing vigor.
"I love your little ass!" Roger exclaimed, rising again and spitting into the cup of his hand.
With tender movements he lubricated her squirming ass-hole. Then, sticking his tongue out, he started to probe her ass-hole again with his oral organ, pushing the tip of his tongue deeper into the warm sweet flesh of her ass. The girl tossed her arms back and forth, as Roger thrust his tongue inside her.
"Do you want me to give it to you?" Roger asked, leaning back and spitting into the cup of his hand again.
The girl half-turned around and looked at Roger's bulging tumid prick with eyes of curiosity and pleasure. Roger's nimble hand was moving up and down the swollen length of his prick, lubricating it with his spittle. He longed to get inside her and jam his prick up that sweet ass.
"You want me, don't you?" Roger asked again in a whisper, gazing at the girl with eyes of tenderness and growing passion.
The girl made no reply, but silently nodded, hardly taking her eyes away from the impressive sight of his swollen prick, bulging with dark-blue veins. His balls were as hard as rocks in their tightened sac. The girl could smell the odor of his male flesh, as she gazed at the protuberant penis.
"And I want you, you know that, don't you?" Roger asked.
The girl nodded again and turned her face back to the pillows. Squirming on the bed, she lifted her ass slightly in the air.
"What a beauty!" Roger whispered again, looking down at the appealing vision of her round young buttocks, waiting for the thrust of his feverish cock.
His prick well-lubricated, Roger slowly eased himself downward and began to push the swollen prick head against the resistance of the girl's ass-hole lips. But his ass-suck had not been in vain, for the girl's ass-hole lips opened up surprisingly easy for the entry of his hot, bulging prick.
Roger groaned at the first touch of pleasure, as his prick sunk into the honey-hole of her ass. The girl moaned with a slight cry of pain at the entry of the hot, hard prick. Going very softly and slowly, Roger began to ease his prick a little deeper, going in and then withdrawing.
The girl pushed her ass up higher to accommodate his thrusting prick. Soon his organ was making its way up her ass, pushing its hot, bulging way against the giving flesh of her ass. The girl clenched the sheets with her hands, as Roger began the steady motions of fucking, drawing his prick in and out, easing it deeper and deeper.
Probably because he had not had sex since the day before, Roger was ready to come in no time at all, though he wanted to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. His prick was a deep red color with the warmth of his boiling blood. Roger could feel the semen begin its climb inside his penis.
"Do you like it?" Roger asked the girl, who twisted now back and forth on the bed.
"Yes," she replied in a soft whisper.
"It doesn't hurt any more?" Roger asked, letting the momentum of his prick take over.
"No," the girl whispered back. "You feel so strong and hard. It feels very good. I like it."
"I'm glad," Roger said.
He started to heave it in with a growing pressure, jamming his ass back and forth and letting his prick make its lascivious journey. The cheeks of his hairy ass began to squeeze tightly together, as the semen crowded its supply in his bulging prick head. Roger knew he could not hold off much longer.
"Shall I go harder?" he asked the girl, who writhed with soft sounds of pleasure beneath him.
"Yes," she whispered in return, taking a tighter hold of the sheets in her clenched hands.
Roger threw his ass back and started to buck it into her, letting his prick head nose its way against the soft yielding flesh of her squirming ass. Then he began to moan as the seed started to spurt out of him. The girl threw her ass up higher as Roger started to fill the air with groaning, animal sounds.
His semen shot out of his prick in thick bursts. The thick rich cream shot forth up her ass in shuddering bursts. Roger threw himself forward again and again, as the semen spilled in her squirming ass. Leaning back, Roger heaved his prick all the way in, as the slit in his swollen prick head opened wide for the issuing juice.
Roger groaned loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. The last of his burning seed poured out and he dropped his head upon his chest and closed his eyes with the resulting release. Heaving a sigh, he let his body fall close to that of the recumbent girl. Putting his lips to the soft flesh of her shoulders, Roger felt his penis slowly grow flaccid in the comforting hold of her ass.
At this moment the Minister of the Interior stood in his palatial office in a thoughtful pose. He had just received word that news of the kidnapping of Mrs. Barnsworth had hit the headlines, and that a bevy of newspaper reporters were headed for the island to dig out details of the story.
The Minister had not achieved his high position in the government hierarchy by family privilege. He had climbed the ladder of success the hard way. And once there, he had no intention of being toppled from his place. It was necessary to keep on the alert in order to maintain one's position.
The island structure of government was much like any other. Men worked against each other to advance their respective positions. One man's downfall was the source of another man's rise in position. In his rise to the top the Minister of the Interior had acquired not a few enemies, who, he knew, would be only too happy to take their revenge, should the opportunity present itself. It was his job to see that no such opportunity would occur.
The Minister was well aware that the kidnapping of Mrs. Barnsworth could result in embarrassing international complications. The government of the island was, of course, a small one, and had to weave its way with care in dealing with more powerful nations, such as the one from which Mrs. Barnsworth hailed.
The Minister made plans to deal with the situation at hand, so that unhappy reverberations would not make themselves felt in connection with this unpleasant incident. The Minister was a little concerned now that he had not supplied the distraught Mr. Barnsworth with a larger entourage in his journey into the depths of the jungle.
Not that the guide was not capable, but then again, not that he was. The Minister hoped that the damn guide would do his work well and return the kidnapped lady unharmed and in short order. The Minister did not especially look forward to this approaching army of journalists.
He had had to deal with them in the past in connection with similar incidents. And he was well aware that these newspapermen could present a great deal of trouble, if they had a mind to, which was, in a way, their business. The Minister knew that one had to proceed with delicacy and tact.
He decided that the wisest thing to do would be to confer with Mrs. Barnsworth's consul. As a representative of her government, he could do a great deal in easing a potentially nasty situation. The Minister strode to his desk and reached for the phone.
In short order the Minister made contact with the consul and received his assurance that mutual aid in the arising problem was the proper thing. Dropping his fingers against the ledge of the window, the Minister stared out at the dusty streets of the tiny port town below.
The group of journalists was scheduled to land at the island's tiny airport strip later on that afternoon. Staring dreamily out the window, the Minister began to formulate his plan of action, wanting to be well prepared when the journalists began their customary attack.
Back at the hotel, Roger leaned over on his side and let his hand run up and down the soft flesh of the young girl's back. His eyes moved pleasurably to the vision of the two round mounds of her ass. She lay next to him in comfort, one arm around his shoulder.
Leaning over toward her, Roger moved his lips up and down her face. The girl smiled at his caresses. Roger could feel his penis begin to rise. He nudged it against the crevice of her ass. The sodden prick head began to swell at the touch of her soft flesh.
The young girl yawned and moved her hand up and down the back of Roger's neck. He took his prick in his hand and eased it along the crevice of her ass. With his other hand he fondled her cunt, letting his fingers rub against the lips of her pussy.
"Do you want me to come in you again?" Roger asked the girl, wagging his prick against her ass.
"I have forgotten that I must work," the girl replied, her eyes growing wide.
She quickly jumped up from the bed and began to dress. Roger watched the beautiful features of her young body disappear beneath the cover of her clothes. His prick began to sag, dropping down between his legs, disappointed at the failed prospect of another fuck.
"You will see me again?" Roger asked the girl.
"Yes," she whispered, adjusting her uniform and taking a quick look at herself in the mirror.
Flashing a tender smile at the naked man on the bed, the young girl turned and made her quiet exit out of the room. Roger leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes, a contented expression on his face.
CHAPTER SIX
Well, that was a very nice session with that girl this morning. I certainly enjoyed myself. Here I am now, enjoying a leisurely lunch down in the dining room, and wondering about the progress of my friend and partner, Barry, in the jungle. I wonder how he's making out.
In any case, Roger Littlecomb is making out all right. I saw the little girl on my way down here to lunch. I asked her if she got into any trouble in connection with her morning break with me. But she wasn't missed at all. So I arranged a little meeting with her later on this afternoon, when she gets off work. Needless to say, I look forward to our little rendezvous with not a little pleasure.
Felicia gave a call earlier this morning while I was occupied upstairs. She left a message with the clerk at the desk that she would be occupied with Aunt Lily all afternoon. I wonder if she's still involved with the same young boy or has she got herself another little lover.
Well, I'll probably learn later on tonight. She's got to come back to the hotel sooner or later and get a rest from her boy-searching expeditions. But Felicia has a lot of energy. That's why she liked it so young. Most older fellows can't keep up with her pace.
So my plan for the afternoon is all set up. Roger is going to have himself an exotic dessert with his coffee. And then I'll head off for a few drinks at the gin mill to bide my time until my little girl friend gets off from work. In the meantime, my mind keeps going back to the thought of Barry and the question of his progress in the jungle.
The dejected-looking figure of Barry
Barnsworth sat down by a clear-water stream. His guide stood above him, chewing an evil-smelling plant root. Barry cupped his hands and reached into the water. Heaving a sigh, he washed his perspiring face.
"How much farther will we go today?" he asked his guide.
"If we hope to make good time," the guide said, "we must push on. Stopping every few minutes and taking a rest will get us nowhere, Mr. Barnsworth. We must push ahead."
"Do you anticipate a great deal of trouble when we reach those hills?" Barry asked, squinting his eyes against the sun and looking up at the solid figure of his guide.
"It is difficult to say, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide replied. "There are times when everything passes with very little difficulty. And there are occasions when the trouble does not cease."
"Well," Barry said, "the Minister said that there was no reason to be worried about bodily harm. He said that these people can be very amiable."
"The Minister was trying to reassure you," the guide replied.
"What do you mean by that?" Barry asked in a worried tone.
"I mean that these people are like any other in certain respects," the guide replied. "Which is to say that they can be amiable, when it suits them."
"I'm very worried," Barry said dejectedly, staring into the pool of clear water at his feet.
"There is no time to be worried, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide replied. "We must try to make progress before the darkness sets in. The more distance we travel today, the less we will have to make tomorrow. We still have quite a journey ahead of us. I suggest that we continue. Once nightfall comes, we must stop. You can sleep and rest then. But we must travel now while we have the light of the sun."
Barry nodded his head in compliance and rose from his position by the stream. Putting his knapsack back onto his shoulders, he heaved another sigh and began to march behind the steadily moving figure of the guide. Every bone in Barry's body ached. He wondered if he could last until nightfall.
Ahead of him the guide cut the barrier of leaves and tropical growth with a wide blade. Progress was very slow. The sun beamed down its heat and covered the bodies of the two men in the jungle with streams of perspiration. A monkey chattered noisily in the distance as the two men slowly moved their way forward through the heavy growth of the jungle.
Felicia Littlecomb was down by the docks where their ship had moored a few days before. In her morning search for young male flesh she had learned that a ship was due to moor this afternoon. Felicia intended to be on hand. From previous experience she knew that ships of certain countries were worked by staffs of widely varying ages.
There were some countries that were most lax in the requirements of hiring minors. Ships of these countries often held sailors that were still mere boys. This was not the first time by any means that Felicia waited at a port for the docking of a ship in anticipation of finding a boy-sailor.
In the meantime, Felicia relaxed along the harbor, letting the soft breezes of the ocean ripple through her long blonde hair. In the distance she could already make out the approaching form of the ship, coming closer to the island harbor. Felicia decided to spend the time in waiting by having a drink in one of the taverns that bordered the tiny boardwalk of the harbor.
Within an hour the whistles and toots and general clamor announced the docking of the ship. Felicia made her way out of the cool depths of the tavern and started to scan the disembarking passengers. She knew that she would still have a while to wait before the sailors would begin to appear.
But Felicia knew what she wanted, and was capable of displaying admirable patience. It was late afternoon by the time the sailors started to come down the gangplank. At first she was quite disappointed, because most of the sailors, while still young, were too old for her satisfaction.
But then her patience was rewarded. Just as she was beginning to give up hope, she saw this young boy, clad in the uniform of a sailor, descend the gangplank. He was very young. His pants were far too large for him, and generally, he seemed to drown in the white garments of his sailor's uniform.
He was practically the last person to descent the gangplank. The harbor by this time was growing quiet again. Most of the passengers and other sailors had long disappeared, along with the groups of people from the island, who had come to greet the docking ship.
Felicia wasted no time in making her way toward the slight figure of the boy. She immediately engaged him in conversation. He was a handsome young boy with bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Felicia undressed him mentally while she talked to him about his voyage.
It turned out that this was his first voyage, and that he was working as the galley-boy on the ship. He was thirteen. Felicia let her eyes run up and down his trim, slight frame. She suggested that he join her in the tavern, where they could have tea and talk together.
The boy was happy to agree to her suggestion, and soon they were sitting next to each other in one of the deserted taverns along the harbor. The girl from the kitchen at the back of the bar supplied them with a pot of hot tea and left them alone in peace. Felicia poured out the hot liquid and smiled at the young boy with a smile of anticipatory pleasure.
"Have you ever had a woman before?" asked Felicia.
"No," the boy answered, looking down awkwardly at his feet underneath the table.
"Would you like to?" she asked.
The handsome boy nodded his head up and down in reply. He felt very awkward at the woman's questions. His inexperience was visible in his face. The blood rushed to his face, as Felicia asked him questions which triggered his imagination into exotic flights of sexual imagine.
"Would you like to love me?" Felicia asked in a soft whisper, letting her eyelids flutter.
"Yes," the boy replied in a whisper, continuing to stare down at his feet.
"Would you like to see me naked?" Felicia asked, getting excited herself at her own questions.
"Yes, I would," the boy replied. "I'd like to see you without any clothes."
"What would you do?" Felicia asked, smiling at him with tenderness in her eyes.
"I would touch you," the boy replied.
"Is that all?" asked Felicia.
"No, I would do more than that," the boy answered.
"like what?" Felicia asked, having no pity on the embarrassment visible in his face.
"Oh, I don't know what I might do," said the boy.
In his mind all the pictures of naked women in books that he had seen rose before his mind's eye. He longed to know what it was all about. He was so young that he didn't understand the meaning of the hot strength in the lower part of his body.
"Would you put your hands around my breasts?" Felicia asked.
"Yes," the boy replied in a whisper, his eyes falling to the impressive bulge of her breasts against the material of her dress.
"And would you kiss my breasts?" Felicia asked.
"Yes, I would kiss your breasts," the boy replied, the heat starting to fill his body.
"And what about the rest of my body?" Felicia asked.
"I would like to see you without any clothes," the boy said.
"And what would you do?" she asked.
"Yes, I would kiss your breasts," the boy replied, the heat starting to fill his body.
"And what about the rest of my body?" Felicia asked.
"I would like to see you without any clothes," the boy said.
"And what would you do?" she asked.
"I would like to touch you, feel your skin, put my lips against you," the boy said in a slightly quavering voice.
"Do you think that you would really like that?" asked Felicia.
"Yes, I know I would," the boy replied, allowing his eyes to rise slowly to her face.
Felicia smiled back at him. The boy's mind went rampant with wild, exotic visions of what this older woman must look like without any clothes. How he longed to see her naked. He could see in his mind's eye how big her breasts might be. He wondered what she would be like, the rest of her, that is.
"Well, you must come with me, then," replied Felicia, rising from the table. "I would like to make you happy."
"You think that I could go with you?" the boy asked.
"Yes, I want you to," Felicia replied.
"Where will we go?" he asked.
"Oh, I will find a place," Felicia replied.
"I'm sure that I would like it, if I could see you without your clothes," the boy said in his whisper.
"Well, come with me," said Felicia.
She threw some money down on the table to pay for their tea. The timid boy followed her out of the tavern. As soon as they hit the boardwalk, cool ocean breezes hit them. Felicia's hair blew in the wind. The boy looked at her with a hungry, curious look in his eyes.
"I must first make a telephone call," said Felicia.
She turned into a little store, where she had noticed a telephone earlier in the afternoon when she was waiting for the boat to dock. Hurriedly, anxious to proceed her dealings with the boy, Felicia dialed the number of the hotel and left a message for Roger that she would be returning later on that afternoon with Aunt Lily.
The clerk at the hotel jotted down her message and assured Felicia that her message would be relayed to her husband as soon as he returned to the hotel. Felicia thanked the desk clerk and returned the phone to its hook. Walking outside again, she nodded to the boy who was waiting for her, leaning against the side of the building.
"Where are we going?" he asked Felicia.
"We are going to go to my hotel room later on this afternoon," she replied. "But first, we must satisfy ourselves with a temporary sanctuary of sorts."
"I don't know what you mean," the boy said in a confused voice.
"Oh, you needn't worry about anything," Felicia said. "I will take care of everything."
"You are very kind to me," the boy said.
"That is because I like you," Felicia said.
"You do?" the boy asked.
"Yes, of course I do," Felicia smiled at him, throwing her long blonde hair to the back of her shoulders.
"I'm a little nervous," the boy admitted, as they walked along the boardwalk of the harbor.
"But you shouldn't be," Felicia said. "Why are you nervous?"
"Well, I don't know really what I should do..." his hesitant voice trailed off.
"Oh, my darling sailor," Felicia answered, "there's no need to worry about that. I know enough for the two of us. Believe me."
"I will try not to worry then," the boy said, keeping his eyes on the ground as they walked.
'That is good," Felicia said, "because I want you to be happy, just as you are going to make me happy."
At this point they came to a deserted part of the harbor. There was no one else around on the boardwalk in seeing distance. Felicia knew exactly where she and the boy were headed. Earlier this afternoon she had taken trouble to locate the proper places for private encounters.
As the boy followed her swaying figure, Felicia's mind filled with erotic images of his young naked body standing before her in all its beauty. She had to struggle to keep a hold of herself. She longed to let her fingers glide down the length of the boy's untested penis.
"Follow me," said Felicia to the boy, turning a corner and walking down a long alleyway that was only dimly lit by the rays of the sun which was lowering its position in the afternoon sky.
The boy spoke no more, but followed her happily, his eyes fastened on the fascinating movements of her ass, swaying back and forth as she walked in front of him. Again erotic images of naked women that he had seen in books filled his innocent mind. He had no idea how the whole operation went, and he was thirsty to learn.
He only dimly understood the meaning of the warmth in the lower part of his body. His mind was confused as to the meaning of the relations between men and women. Being only a boy still, he was puzzled as to how the whole thing took place. He hoped that he would not disappoint this woman who had been so kind to him.
"I hope that I will not disappoint you," the boy said, growing nervous at the thought.
"Oh, my darling sailor boy," Felicia laughed, "you must not worry, as I told you, because I know that you will not disappoint me. I know it."
"You do?" the boy asked.
"Yes, I do," Felicia answered, turning to him with a beaming smile on her beautiful face.
And it was true. She had an unerring instinct as far as this sort of thing was concerned. She could always tell the approximate length and strength of a boy's penis by studying his face. She had had a lot of experience, and had never been disappointed yet.
They came to a stop in the dimly lit alleyway. Two corners of two buildings came together here and formed a quiet alcove. Felicia stopped and looked at the boy with hungry eyes. He stood there, looking at her with innocent eyes. Putting her hands to his face, Felicia began to kiss him.
The boy grew warm as the lips of the older woman pressed against his mouth. Felicia darted her tongue into the cavern of his mouth. He began to feel this tingling sensation in the depths of his young cock. He was puzzled by the strong feelings that surged powerfully within him.
Felicia let her hands fall to the belt of his sailor pants. In no time at all she unbuckled the belt and drew it out from its loops.
"Oh, I want to see your young cock!" Felicia cried.
The boy looked at her with embarrassment. He had never been naked before a woman before. He stood there with his hands dangling at his side, not knowing what to do or say.
"Are you big?" Felicia asked.
The boy shrugged his shoulders. Felicia smiled at his response. She undid the knots that held his pants around his waist. With nimble fingers she drew the pants down to his feet. The boy's young cock fell out in front of her. It was of an impressive length. It was, in fact, one of the longest pricks Felicia had ever seen.
It seemed strange that such a young boy should have such a long, fat penis. His organ swung and dangled between his legs, while the blood rushed to his face. He looked at Felicia, whose eyes were glued on the vision of his cock. Greedily, she swept her eyes up and down its long length.
"What a beautiful cock you have!" Felicia whispered excitedly.
The boy made no reply, but stared at her awkwardly. Felicia dropped to her knees on the ground. Then she threw her head forward and took his dangling penis into her mouth. Hungrily she ran her lips and tongue over its warm length. At her ministrations the male smell of his organ grew stronger.
Felicia inhaled the odor with pleasure. With quickening motions she ran her lips up and down the flaccid penis. The boy closed his eyes and let his hands fall to her head.
"Hold me tighter against you!" Felicia whispered, lifting her mouth for a moment away from his prick.
The boy pressed her head close against his cock. Her face pressed itself against his blonde pubic hair. Her lips glided up and down his fat penis with growing rapidity. All of a sudden, the boy gave himself in to the pleasure of her sucking. The blood surged into the vacuum of his prick.
"Oh, it feels so good!" he cried.
Felicia went crazy with desire. She longed to have this long, fat prick deep in the hold of her aching cunt. She started sucking him with a frantic rhythm. The boy's fat penis grew swollen in the course of moments, bulging in her mouth. Felicia couldn't wait any longer.
Taking her mouth off of his hot cock, she let her eyes study the swollen penis. Light-blue veins bulged on his meat, while his boy's prick head swelled into the shape of a mushroom head. She fingered the hard, stiff prick in her hand. Satisfied that he was ready, she stood up.
Felicia backed herself against the wall. Taking the hem of her shift in her hands, she hiked it up to her waist. The boy looked with bulging eyes at the beautiful cunt in front of him. His eyes studied the blonde pubic hairs above her pussy lips, which were already moist from her juices.
"How I want you! How I want you to fuck me!" she exclaimed.
The boy stood before her, his prick at the ready. The swollen organ arched itself hungrily in the air. The swollen prick head turned a dark red color, while the balls in his hairy blonde sac grew hard and tight.
"Come closer and let me help you put it in," Felicia whispered.
The boy edged his way forward, moving slowly because of the pants at his feet. He came up close to Felicia and put his hands to her swinging, swollen breasts. His stiff prick head nosed itself against her pubic hair.
"Go easy at first-just push very slowly and softly," Felicia whispered to him.
She reached down her hand and enclosed it around the bulging penis. Slowly she eased his prick head into her pussy. The boy started to moan at the sweet touch of her flesh against his hot prick. Spreading her legs in a wider stance, Felicia pushed her ass against the wall.
"Push it in a little harder now," she whispered.
The boy slowly pressed forward, while his whole body went crazy with the electric charges running through his blood. He eased his prick into the sweet hold of her pussy. Tentatively, he put his hands to her swinging breasts, while she continued to direct his fat penis into her cunt.
"That's it, that's it-a little harder now," Felicia said, her eyes opening and closing with the delight this afforded her.
"Oh, you feel so good!" the boy whispered, letting his fingers run up and down her breasts, while his prick nestled deeper in her cunt.
Felicia continued to direct his prick into her aching, craving pussy. She told the boy to start to push it harder. As soon as she was satisfied that he would not slip out of her, Felicia removed her hand from his prick.
"Bring it in now harder and higher," she whispered, taking the cheeks of his young ass in the hold of her hands and pressing him closer to her body.
The boy started to push his prick up her pussy, heaving his body in an upward motion. Felicia started to come, moaning and groaning as his young prick climbed high inside her. The boy continued to knead her nipples, twisting them in his fingers.
Felicia moaned with the pleasure of the flow of her juices. The boy's young prick now seemed to bulge to the bursting point within her. She came again and again, knocking her ass against the wall, and moaning with pleasure.
Now the boy started to come too. The strange sensation of climax came to him in a sudden rush, taking control over his body, so that his inexperience didn't matter. His long, bulging prick took over the rhythm of the fuck and surged back and forth, as the semen started to spurt out of his swollen cock head.
"Ah, I love your fucking prick!" Felicia whispered, throwing her head back and luxuriating in the frantic rush of the fuck, making her come again and again.
The boy heaved his body back and forth. Or rather, his body heaved back and forth beyond his control. The semen spurted out again and again in thick rich bursts. He shuddered and tremors ran through his body as ejaculatory spasms rocked his young body.
"Oh, give all of it to me, give all of it to me!" Felicia whispered, her hands digging into the firm flesh of his tight young buttocks.
The boy's swollen prick jammed its supply of seed in and in. The cream of his juices poured down the flesh of her cunt. In the wonderful hold of the climax, Felicia brought her lips down to his shoulder and bit his flesh. The melting sensation of climax made her sway her body and drop her head down farther, clenching his flesh into the anxious grip of her teeth.
Soon the boy's hot supply of seed was emptied into her cunt. He moaned and closed his eyes as the last drops of semen spurted out of him. Giving one last shudder, he dropped his head to the warm pillows of her breasts. Felicia raised her hands from his buttocks and brought them to his head.
Clicking softly with her tongue, she nestled his head closer to the warm hold of her breasts. She could feel his penis begin to diminish and drop within her. She clenched the lips of her cunt tighter, so as to hold him in her as long as possible, savoring the delight and aftermath peace of their fuck.
"I hope that you liked that," she whispered to him.
The boy raised his eyes and looked at her with gratitude.
"Did you like coming inside me?" Felicia asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"Would you like to do it again?" she asked. "Yes," he replied.
"Would you like to suck me?" Felicia inquired, gazing at him with a warm smile of tenderness and content.
"Yes, I would like that," the boy replied in a whisper.
"Well, we must do that then," Felicia replied.
At that moment his penis slipped out of her cunt. Felicia gazed down at the sodden prick of the boy. She wanted him right away again, but she did not want to wear him out all at once. Helping him put on his pants, she whispered that they would go to another place. Taking him by the hand, she led the young boy out of the alleyway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Well, here is Roger again, back at the hotel and itching to get into action. I just came back a few minutes ago from the gin mill and received Felicia's message. She and Aunt Lily will be using the room this afternoon. Well, I've no objections to make.
I thought that my little girl and I would go for a walk along the beach, go for a naked swim, have a good fuck under the trees-that sort of thing. So Felicia is welcome to the room. I like fucking outdoors anyway. And this island is a perfect place for it.
I heard some tourists at the gin mill talking about the incident concerning Lola. Barry and I had decided from the outset that we would try and keep a quiet lid on this thing if at all possible. Getting involved in international incidents doesn't please the superiors back home.
But word got out, as it usually does, one way or another. So the tourists were telling me that a plane was supposed to land on the island strip late this afternoon, dropping off a load of curious journalists. The word is out that the Minister of the Interior has scheduled a conference with them.
I wouldn't mind attending myself. You never know when something of advantage might come your way. Perhaps I could be paid a fee for telling the journalists my version of the story. After all, I'm one of the main participants involved. She's the wife of my partner, isn't she?
But that will have to wait, because the conference I've lined up myself takes precedence without any question. I'm really looking forward to continuing this morning's session with this young girl. She's a regular beauty. Those budding tits and the pert cheeks of her ass. Just the way I like it. Firm and young, fresh and beautiful, if you know what I mean.
Well, I wonder what's happened to poor Lola. The poor girl's really paying for a casual evening stroll. Still, though I myself, wouldn't think of taking a step near those man-eating hills of the jungle, I wonder if the poor girl isn't making out all right. I mean, after all, she's quite an attractive woman. That shouldn't be lost on those natives.
I just hope that poor Barry watches his step. I've heard some pretty terrible stories about those eastern hills in the jungle. And Barry sometimes can lose his head, get all excited, and say exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. Well, I can't help him there. The poor guy's on his own. I just hope he understands the necessity of keeping a cool head.
Meanwhile, I've got to be off. I told the girl that I would be waiting for her down at the shore. I guess that I'll take off now. It would be just as well if I'm not around when Felicia shows up with her boy. Those sort of confrontations can be helplessly awkward at times. The girl should be getting off from work soon. I guess I'll take off now.
The trim muscular figure of Roger
Littlecomb made its way along the beach. Dressed only in his swim suit, the man kicked the sand at his feet, as he slowly walked along the beach. He did not go too far because the girl said that she would meet him where the shore started to move away from the edge of the town.
Roger looked out to the waves that rose and fell in the soothing rhythm of the sea. The sun was low in the sky now, though the temperature was still quite high. The sky was streaked with colors of orange and red. The palm trees waved their branches in the occasional ocean breezes.
Soon, Roger could see the small figure of the young girl approaching. She had taken off her hotel uniform and was dressed in a light shift. Roger grew warm, merely looking at the young body of the girl coming closer. As soon as she reached him, Roger leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.
It was his original intention to take a naked swim with her in the ocean. But it seemed like ages since he had spilled his juice this morning. He longed to start fucking again. Roger decided to postpone the nude swim. First things first. He asked the girl to show him a place where they could be together in privacy.
She nodded her understanding and led the way. Walking away from the waves on the beach, she led Roger into the cover of the trees that bordered the shore. His prick began to press itself against the tight hold of his swim suit. Roger was ready to start fucking right away.
The girl led Roger to a secluded spot in a little clearing beneath the swinging branches of the palm trees. Roger smiled down at the girl, and she returned the smile with an innocent expression on her face.
"Would you like to suck me?" Roger asked the girl.
"Yes," she replied shyly, looking down at her bare feet on the ground. "I think that would be nice."
Roger stepped forward and put his hand up underneath her shift. She was wearing nothing underneath the shift, so that Roger's anxious hand met no opposition in its journey up her leg to the warm site of her waiting cunt. Putting his mouth to her lips and starting to kiss her with passion, Roger let his fingers twist their way through the curls of her pubic hair.
The girl stood on her tiptoes, as Roger's finger wormed its way through the lips of her cunt. Pushing his finger in just a little bit, so that the tip touched the outer reaches of her cunt, Roger fondled the underpart between her legs with his other hand.
The girl started to return his kisses with greater passion as the juices started to flow in her cunt. Her tiny buds of breasts pushed themselves against Roger's hairy chest. Roger could feel the uncomfortable pressure of his arching prick against the swim suit. He started to stroke his finger in deeper.
"Do you like it?" he asked the girl.
"Yes," she nodded in a whisper, spreading her legs a little wider on the ground.
The girl's cunt lips were opening wider, becoming warm and moist with Roger's finger caresses. Roger started to jam his finger up her, letting iV,.e tip of his finger luxuriate against the sweet flesh of her pussy. Soon the girl started to come, moaning very softly and throwing her arms around the man's waist, as her body rocked and swayed in the hold of climax.
Roger held her tightly and stroked his finger up her cunt with a powerful rapidity. The girl sighed and threw her head back as the juices started to pour and melt inside her. When this first climax subsided, Roger withdrew his finger and drew off his swim suit.
His bilging penis swung in the air between his legs. Roger was well-endowed with a powerful organ, and he did his best to make the best use of it. His swollen prick dangled between his hairy legs for only a moment, then it started to climb the air, his prick head swelling with rapidity.
Reaching over to the girl, Roger removed the shift from her body, so that the two of them stood naked before each other. His eyes ran up and down the beautiful young curves of her body. The girl, for her part, looked hungrily at the organ of stiff power that wobbled in the air before her.
"Would you like to suck me now?" Roger asked.
The girl nodded her reply. Roger sat down against the trunk of a palm tree and spread his legs out wide. Gesturing to the girl, he motioned to her to kneel between his outstretched legs. The girl obeyed his gesture and crouched before his hot and aching cock. Roger took his swollen penis in his hand and wiggled it in the air.
Putting a gentle but firm hand to the girl's head, Roger drew her face closer to his cock. Putting a finger into her mouth, Roger brought his prick up closer to her lips. First he circled his finger around her lips, then he pressed her closer, so that she took his tumid prick into the sweet cavern of her mouth.
The girl kept quite still, her mouth shaped to an oval, as Roger pushed his prick back and forth, easing it in and out of her lips. The lubrication of her saliva against his burning flesh made his stiff prick ache to unload its treasure in her mouth. But Roger was determined not to come too soon this time.
When he was afraid that he might soon start to come, Roger withdrew his bulging prick from the sweet hold of her lips. Backing away from the trunk of the tree, Roger let his body fall recumbent against the ground. Then he lifted his legs and wrapped them around the young girl's neck and shoulders.
"Suck me here," Roger whispered, pointing with his finger to his ass-hole.
The girl, still in the same position, knelt forward and brought her lips to the man's ass-hole. Uncertain of herself, she began to stick her tongue out and jab it softly against the lips of the older man's ass-hole. Roger's hot cock pressed itself against her face, his hairy balls rubbing her forehead, as the girl started to suck his ass.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," Roger whispered, shuddering with the delight her probing tongue brought him. "Suck me harder, push that tongue in as far as it can go!"
The young girl listened to Roger's whispered command and obeyed it. Her tongue started tm thrust itself back and forth into the tight hold of his squirming ass. Roger started to rock back and forth, groaning with the pleasure her tongue in his ass afforded him.
"Oh, baby, I love it, I love it! Keep it coming!" Roger whispered in the ecstasy of her suck.
His ass-hole lips were wet with the saliva of her tongue. The hairy crevice of his ass closed itself about the girl's face, as she continued to push her tongue into the hot flesh of his ass.
Roger's balls slid back and forth in their hairy sac, rubbing against her forehead. Absorbed in her sucking, the girl could feel the juices start to flow inside her, making her hot and excited all over. She started to thrust her tongue in deeper, hungry now for the pleasure this afforded her.
Roger stopped rocking and slowly slid his upturned ass away from her face. He knew that, if he didn't stop, he would come in a moment. And he really wanted to fuck her. He eased himself down and brought her up to his arms. She lay in his outstretched arms, pressing her tiny breasts against the heavy mat of hair on his chest.
"Did you like that, baby?" he asked, kissing her up and down her face.
"Yes," the girl answered shyly. "I like your ass.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" Roger asked, bringing his hand down to her wet cunt.
"Yes, yes, please!" the girl whispered in return.
"You're not afraid, are you?" asked Roger, continuing to fondle her wet pussy.
"Oh no!" the girl was quick to reply. "I want you inside me."
"So you want my meat, do you?" asked Roger, starting to nuzzle the tip of his swollen prick head against the soft wet lips of her cunt.
"Yes," the girl shyly whispered in return.
"Well, I want to make you happy, baby," Roger whispered, continuing to caress her face with roving kisses.
"Oh! I want you!" the girl whispered excitedly as the force of Roger's tumid prick made itself felt against her hungry flesh.
"And I want you, babe!" Roger whispered, starting to slide his prick inside her.
With his hands on either side of her shoulders, Roger arched his body over the recumbent form of the girl and slowly eased his throbbing penis into the waiting moist lips of her cunt. The girl closed her eyes and moaned softly, reaching back with her hands and clutching Roger's hands, as he entered her in slow, gentle motion.
"Oh! Baby!" Roger whispered in ecstasy, as the delicious feeling of her warm wet juices covered his surging, bulbous prick head.
"Ah! You feel so good!" the girl whispered, 'tightening her hold of his hands pushed against the ground.
"I love it, babe, I love it!" whispered Roger, easing himself deeper inside her.
With each new thrust his prick seemed to swell wider and fatter. Throwing his ass back in the air and then pushing himself forward, Roger heaved his distended prick up her pussy. Once his prick was firmly ensconced in her melting pussy, Roger moved his hands down to the tiny buds of her breasts.
As the girl kept her eyes closed and tossed her head back and forth on the ground, her long hair swishing around her neck, Roger started to manipulate her tits, his fingers kneading the tiny hard nipples. Meanwhile, his prick surged deeper inside her with each new heavy thrust.
"Oh! Keep going! Keep going!" the young girl whispered, swaying in a panting voice.
It seemed to him that he could not hold back the semen much longer. His juices were pushing their way up his hot prick. His balls were solidified in their sac into two hard nuts. Clutching her small breasts with feverish hands, Roger heaved himself forward, ready to let himself go.
'Tell me when you want me to come," he whispered, pressing his face against the side of her cheek.
"Now! Now!" the girl whispered excitedly in return, opening her eyes and looking longingly at the man on top of her.
"You're sure?" Roger asked, aching to let go.
"Yes!" The girl nodded.
Roger threw his ass backward and jammed the swollen prick up her pussy. He humped her in a frantic motion. Their bodies rocked in a furious rhythm. The girl started to come before Roger, moaning and groaning, kicking her legs out and thumping her ass against the ground.
Her climax precipitated his. Roger let himself go, and the semen rushed out, spurting in thick bursts into her wet and squirming pussy. Again and again Roger heaved with his whole body, so that the supply of his seed jetted forth in rich splashes.
"Oh, babe, oh, I love it!" Roger whispered, arching his body above her and letting the prick jam up her pussy once more.
A monkey in a neighboring tree started to chatter noisily. By the time he had quieted down, Roger and the girl lay close together, his face against the warm side of her cheek, his penis diminishing in size within her. The girl reached out her hand and caressed his hair with gentle fingers.
"What a beautiful fuck!" Roger said, letting the tip of his tongue graze the soft down of her cheek.
"You are so strong and so big," the girl said, running her fingers through his hair.
"Let's lie like this for awhile, babe," Roger said, "and then we can go in for a swim and cool off a little."
"Yes," the girl nodded in return, letting her eyes close again as she relaxed in the secure embrace of the man on top of her.
Barry Barnsworth at this moment was deep in the depths of the jungle. His guide continued to cut their way through the enveloping foliage of the jungle with a razor-sharp wide blade. Barry put a hand to his perspiring brow and heaved a sigh of exhaustion.
They had been traveling it seemed forever. In order to reach the eastern hills where the separatist natives were settled, it was necessary to go off the well-trodden paths of the jungle and cut through the heavy bush. This made of course for slow going.
The guide had told Barry that they must continue their backaching journey until darkness, so as to make the best of the light the sun provided. Back at the Ministry of the Interior they had advised Barry to make as quick progress as possible. However, seeing that the man was in such a nervous state, they decided it would be wise not to inform him of the reason for the necessity for haste.
The truth of the matter was that every year just before the rainy season began, the separatist natives would take up their meager belongings and head for the wide valley on the other side of the island, where there was a grove dedicated to sacred monkeys.
What this meant was that unless Barry succeeded in getting to his wife soon, very soon, it would be too late. The Minister of the Interior had demanded of his subordinates, however, that Mr. Barnsworth not be informed of the yearly migration of the separatist natives.
The Minister had deemed this necessary in view of the extraordinary condition of the man's nerves. And it was a wise decision. Barry was overwrought as it was. Knowledge that he and his guide might make the exhausting journey through the jungle in vain might have been enough to cause a collapse on his part. As it was, Barry and his guide had more than enough problems to cope with.
While the sun was slowly lowering its position in the sky, Barry gave out with a terrible yell. Falling to the ground and clutching his foot in agony, Barry started to beat his fist against the ground to keep from screaming out with pain.
The cause of all this slowly slid away. It was a snake. Barry had inadvertently stepped on the reptile, and it bit him on his ankle. The guide dropped the wide blade he was using and ran back to the fallen man. Dropping to his knees, the guide pushed Barry's hand out of the way.
The experienced guide diagnosed the problem at a glance. While the snake slid out of view into the cover of the thickly plant-covered jungle floor, the guide lowered his head to Barry's foot. Already the venom was taking its hold. A round red mound was quickly swelling on Barry's ankle.
While Barry threw his arms around his chest in a tight squeeze, so as to hold back the scream of pain rising in his throat, the guide started to suck the small hole on Barry's ankle. Methodically the guide sucked out the venomous solution and spit it onto the ground, his mouth then returning to suck out more.
With the warm feel of the guide's lips against the burning bite on his ankle, Barry slowly adjusted himself to the pain, which was slightly alleviated by the sucking motions of the guide. Barry looked down with eyes of alarm and watched the calm, precise movements of the guide.
"What kind of snake was it, do you know?"
Barry asked excitedly, once the guide had spit out the last of the poisonous substance.
"Nothing to be concerned about," the guide said.
"But it was a poisonous snake, wasn't it?" Barry asked nervously, letting him rub the swollen spot on his ankle.
"It was a poisonous snake, yes, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide replied, staring calmly into the excited man's eyes. "But there is nothing to be concerned about now. I have sucked all the poison out of your foot. No harm will come of it now. It is a matter now of only a little discomfort and a little pain."
"I would say more than a little pain," Barry said in an almost sulky tone.
"Be that as it may, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide replied, "you will be all right. In a matter of a day or two the flesh will heal over and the matter will be forgotten."
"But how can we go now?" Barry asked. "I'll never be able to walk now."
"Mr. Barnsworth, take a hold of yourself," the guide replied in his usual calm voice. "We are in the jungle now, far from the aid of civilization."
"Some civilization! Your tiny port-town where it takes everyone a week to decide the smallest matter!" Barry exploded.
"Mr. Barnsworth," the guide said slowly in a rather stern voice as he rose to his feet, "this is hardly the time to indulge in acrimonious assaults on my island. I remind you that you came here of your own free will. Indulging in this sort of childish talk will do neither of us any good."
"Excuse me, I apologize," said Barry somewhat shamefacedly.
"It is nothing," the guide said, shrugging his shoulders. "But you must try to keep a grip on yourself. This will not be an easy journey. We must try to keep our problems to a minimal. I shall go now and try to find a plant root that will help heal your bite. It will help ease the pain as well."
"I appreciate it," Barry replied, recumbent now on the ground.
"Stay calm and do not move," the guide said, starting to make his way through the bush. "I shall return soon. We will then settle down here or someplace nearby for the night, as you won't be able to make any progress with that foot until tomorrow."
Barry watched the guide disappear into the bush. Then he rested his head against the ground and fell asleep in a moment.
Just at this moment Roger and his little native girl were making their way up from the beach. Their bodies glistened in the light of the sun. Shaking the water from their heads, Roger and the little girl laughed and joked as they made their way up the beach.
When they reached their little spot underneath the palm trees, Roger reached out with his arms and drew the wet, naked body of the girl close to his own. Embracing her with a firm hold, Roger started to kiss her, letting his tongue trace its way inside her mouth.
Then Roger had the girl sit down next to him on the ground. He started to fondle her tiny breasts while she began to play with his prick. He squeezed the tiny nipples on her blossoming breasts with eager, nimble fingers. At the same time the girl could feel his meat start to swell in the soft grasp of her fingers.
"Why don't you suck me?" Roger whispered.
The girl leaned over and positioned her kneeling form on either side of his waist, while she lowered her head to his cock. Roger leaned forward and put his head against the soft flesh of her buttocks. His prick started to raise its head, just as the girl's mouth closed about the swelling prick head.
"Oh, that's it, babe, that's it!" Roger whispered with delight, as the saliva of her tongue covered his warm bulging prick.
Roger leaned back a little and closed his eyes, as the girl's lips started to move up and down the throbbing length of his penis. He put his hands against her buttocks, as the girl's slight, curved frame moved up and down in rhythm with her sucking.
"Oh, keep it coming, babe, I love it!" Roger whispered in delight.
Leaning forward again, Roger put his mouth to her ass. Sticking out his tongue, Roger began to suck her ass. His hot-tipped tongue edged its way up and down the crevice of her ass, while his warm hands pressed the cheeks of her quivering ass farther apart.
"Oh, I love it, babe, I love it!" Roger said, drawing his head back for a moment.
But the appeal of her ass-hole made him go forward once more. His tongue started to insert itself into the tight lips of her ass-hole. Pushing firmly, he started to edge his tongue into the hold of her sweet, swaying ass. As Roger thrust deeper with his tongue, the girl sucked with growing rapidity.
His hard long prick now started to heave itself into the girl's waiting mouth. Up and down, again and again, she moved her lips over the bulging expanse of his throbbing meat. His swollen prick head grew a dark-red color, while the semen in his prick started to rush upwards.
Soon Roger could feel himself beginning to come. With his muted groaning sounds, the girl started to suck faster, feeling her own juices beginning to pour inside her pussy.
Roger started to jam his tongue up her ass, clenching her quivering buttocks in his hard, hot hands. His prick meanwhile grew stiff and as hard as a ramrod within her wet, warm mouth. While Roger continued to search with his tongue the sweet flesh of her ass, the girl threw herself down closer toward his bulging cock.
Continuing the sucking motion, the girl started to fondle his balls with her soft fingers. This was enough to make Roger come. He started to throw his ass against the ground, throwing his prick forward into her mouth. The semen started to pour out.
Their bodies rocked together in ecstasy on the ground while the power of climax overcame them. Ocean breezes began to come in to shore with greater frequency, while the sun continued to lower its position in the sky. Roger and the girl blended their bodies together, oblivious of everything else.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Gentlemen, you may begin your questions," the Minister of the Interior said, looking down at the seated rows of journalists in front of him.
The small hall of the Ministry was packed with newspapermen. They had come from all over in search of a story. News leaked out of Mrs. Barnsworth's abduction, and the newspapermen were quick to jump on the possibility of a new cover story.
"Yes?" the Minister asked, pointing to one of the men in the front rows.
"Your Excellency," the journalist with red hair began, "would you be able to inform us how many times this has happened in the last few years?"
"I assume that you are referring to the number of abductions that have taken place on this island since I have been Minister," the dignified island official said in a calm and unruffled voice.
"That is correct, your Excellency," the red-haired journalist said, nodding his head.
"I believe that several abductions by the separatist natives have taken place here on the island in the last few years," the Minister said. "Unfortunately, I do not have at my disposal at the present moment data on the previous occurrences."
"Your Excellency," another journalist piped up, "according to my informants, there has been an abduction of a foreigner here on the island at least once a year for the past twelve years."
"That may be, my good man, that may be," the Minister calmly replied.
"Well, your Excellency," the same man continued, "doesn't your government have any plans to attempt to ward off such occurrences?"
"I feel free to assure you, my good man," the Minister said, "that my government is most concerned with this sort of occurrence, and is determined that similar incidents will not take place in the future."
"But, your Excellency," said the red-haired journalist, taking the floor again, "is your government taking any concrete steps to assure prevention of such happenings?"
"But of course!" the Minister said in a reproving voice. "You may be sure that my government is doing the utmost in connection with this most unpleasant occurrence, and-likewise occupied with plans to prevent anything similar happening in the future."
"Could you give us an example of the concrete steps your government is taking?" asked the red-haired journalist.
"My assistants will be only too happy to provide you all with copies of the latest plan-forms of the government for this and next year," replied the Minister. "Now that we have covered that question, is there anything else that someone would like to bring into debate?"
"Your Excellency," said a journalist from the back row, "what exactly has your government done to assure the safe return of Mrs. Barnsworth?"
"The lady's husband accompanied by guide from our Ministry is at this moment nearing the settlement of the separatist natives in the eastern hills," replied the Minister.
"Was it deemed wise on the part of the Ministry, your Excellency, to send only two men, one of them emotionally involved in the affair, to rescue the abducted lady?" asked another reporter.
"The smaller the expedition group, the better time made through the jungle paths," said the Minister.
"But isn't it possible that the two men could be easily overcome, your Excellency?" asked the same man.
"The guide has been supplied with the necessary materials to extract the unfortunate Mrs. Barnsworth from the separatist natives," the Minister replied.
"And what would those materials be, your Excellency?" asked the red-haired journalist in the front row.
"Money," replied the Minister with a suggestion of a grin on his dignified face.
"Would it be possible for you to inform us, your Excellency, where this money came from?" asked another reporter.
"I am not at the moment at liberty to say," pronounced the Minister solemnly. "Next question."
The hall was filled with the buzzing of voices. Another reporter rose from his seat to pose a question to the Minister, who continued to stand on the podium answering the reporters' questions with an unruffled calm and dignified poise.
At this moment Felicia Littlecomb was leading her young sailor boy up the steps of the veranda of the hotel. The clerk at the desk in the lobby informed the woman upon entrance that her husband had left a message, saying that he would not be back for several hours.
Felicia thanked the clerk for the message and motioned to the boy to follow her up the stairs leading to the next floor. The young boy with the tousled blonde hair quietly followed the sashaying figure of the older woman up the staircase.
"Are you hungry for me again?" asked Felicia, as she turned the key in its lock.
"Yes," the young boy replied.
Visions of their encounter in the alleyway filled his mind with their erotic images. Their suck together in the alleyway had provided him with a great deal of new-found pleasure, and he was anxious, in his inexperience, to learn more about these pleasures of the body.
"You're not nervous anymore, are you?" Felicia asked, as she opened the door and shoved the boy into the room.
"No, not so nervous as I was," the boy replied, still a bit awkward before this older, beautiful woman.
"Well," Felicia said, lifting open one of the windows on the other side of the room, "it won't take you long to adjust to me. You can see how fond I am of you, how much I like you, can't you?"
"Yes," the boy nodded.
"And you're fond of me, aren't you?" Felicia asked, sitting down on the bed and motioning to the young boy to sit down next to her.
"Yes, I like you very much," said the boy, sitting down next to her.
Felicia put her arms around him and lowered her face so that their lips met. Running her fingers through his tousled blonde hair, Felicia moved her tongue in exploratory movements about his mouth. The boy soon followed suit, and started to dart his tongue into her mouth.
Felicia bit down on the tip of his tongue, while her fingers roamed down to his back. Finding the tail of his shirt, she inserted her fingers underneath and started to rub her hands against back. The boy could feel his cock grow warm at the ministrations of the older woman.
"You'll be ready soon to fuck me, won't you?" Felicia asked, drawing her head back and taking her arms away from his shoulders.
"Oh, yes," the boy replied, looking down at the floor in embarrassment, while the blood rushed to his face.
"And you'll be good to me, won't you?" Felicia asked, letting her hand drop to the zipper of his pants.
"I'll try," the boy said, growing a little nervous again at the thought of taking his clothes off in front of this woman, although he wanted to see her naked more than anything else.
"And you'll be nice and firm and hot for me, won't you?" Felicia asked, letting her fingers squeeze his cock through the material of his pants.
"Yes," the boy nodded, leaning back on the bed and positioning his hands against the mattress, while the older woman continued to fondle the bulk of his cock through the white cotton material of his pants.
"And you'll let your meat get hot and red and juicy, won't you?" asked Felicia, smiling at his awkwardness.
"Yes," the boy nodded again.
"And you'll stick it up me as far as you can, won't you?" Felicia asked, starting to unzip his pants.
"Yes," the boy replied in a whisper, looking at the curtains blowing in the ocean breeze, and wondering if anyone would see them in their act.
"And you'll love me as hard and long as you can, won't you?" asked Felicia, her eyes falling to his cock, as she slowly drew his swelling penis out of his pants.
"I'll try," the boy replied again in a whisper, leaning back farther.
"And you'll suck me and fuck me all the way, okay?" Felicia gushed.
"Okay," said the boy, leaning back even farther as Felicia drew his pants down his legs.
The young cock rose before her eyes. Felicia let her hands wander through the flocculent pubic hair, while she watched the young, untested penis start to rise in the air, slowly filling with blood and power, its blue veins starting to bulge out.
The boy closed his eyes with pleasure as Felicia reached her fingers underneath his sac, starting to fondle his hardening balls. His young meat continued to swell, sticking up higher and harder in the air. Felicia started to rub her hands all around his cock and balls.
Her juices were already flowing inside her, making her pussy moist and hungry for the hard thrust of his prick. The boy rested his head against the mattress, while Felicia leaned down and took his tumid prick into her hungry mouth. Holding the base of his prick in her fingers, Felicia started to glide her lips up and down his prick.
"Oh, that feels so good!" the boy exclaimed, his eyes still closed, his head tossing against the mattress.
Felicia continued to suck him, slowly raising her rhythm. In no time at all the stiff prick arched as hard as a rock in the cavern of her mouth. His young swollen prick head bulged with its teeming supply of semen, aching to spurt out into the sweet, waiting hold of her lips.
"Oh, that feels so good," the boy whispered again, as he felt the juices inside him race toward release, making his prick head swell to the bursting point.
Then he started to come. He thrashed on the bed with his arms, while his cock heaved forward into her mouth. Again and again he bucked his firm young ass against the mattress, while the sticky substance spurted its way out of his swollen prickhead. Felicia sucked in the semen hungrily, letting her tongue wash against the hot flesh of his prick.
The young boy started to groan and pound with his fists, while his prick heaved itself forward, propelling the semen out in thick rich bursts. The swollen prick head shot forth its supply of seed, quivering with the pleasure. Finally, he was, temporarily depleted, and the young boy lay back, moaning and slightly shuddering.
Felicia lifted her head and looked up at him with eyes of tenderness. She had not taken her dress off, and the young boy was still dressed in his shirt, while his pants were clustered in a puddle at his feet. Felicia let her eyes wander back to his cock.
The young cock lay in sodden recoil between his legs. His young swollen prick was slowly losing its erect state. Felicia watched the turning movements of his balls in then-blonde hairy sac. Leaning down again, she licked off the bubble of residue semen issuing from the slit on his prickhead.
"That was wonderful," the boy whispered, without opening his eyes or lifting his head. "You are very good to me."
"And you are good for me," Felicia replied with a smile.
She fondled his sodden prick with her fingers, letting them trace the diminishing bulge of the blue veins on his prick. A cool breeze blew in through the open window. Content to wait for a little while, until his prick regained its supply of seed, Felicia lay back on the bed, putting her head next to the young boy's soft belly.
Well, here is your friend Roger, sitting in naked glory on the beach, while the sun grows low in the sky. My little beauty left me just a minute ago, taking off for home, and I'm sitting here, relishing the lingering pleasure of our escapade together.
That was some fuck that I had with my little beauty. What a swinging ass! I could have gone on all night, but she was worried what her people would say at home, if she came after darkness. So I'll sit here a minute longer and then return to the hotel.
I won't, of course, be able to use the room. I suppose Felicia has it--well occupied--now, getting fucked by some young male buck. But that doesn't matter. What I would like most of all now is a long cool drink to touch off the perfection of this afternoon encounter.
Well, the Minister must be ending the press conference now with the journalists. And I suppose that Barry and his guide are buried somewhere deep in the depths of the jungle, cutting their way through the heavy bush.
And how is Lola doing? That's a good question. I really am grateful to her. Without her disappearance I might never have met my little native girlfriend. Be that as it may, I hope they come with Lola soon. I just received a telegram this afternoon from our superiors back home.
They are not at all pleased with the way things are turning out. The Department back home has never been fond of publicity. And Lola's disappearance, or abduction, has set the newspapers going all over the place. It wouldn't surprise me to receive a change of orders soon, if Lola isn't found in the near future.
Well, take it as it comes, that's what I say. A good motto too, if you know what I mean. Well, I suppose I'd best be off. Get back to the ginmill, set myself up with a full bottle and a glass filled with ice, and wait in comfort for the next developments.
"And now, gentlemen," the Minister of the Interior was saying, crossing his hands together, "if you'll be so good as to enter the dining hall on the second floor, you will find a slight repast that my assistants have set up for you, in view of your tiring journey."
With a buzz of voices the group of journalists rose from their seats and started to leave the hall and ascend the staircase leading to the second floor. Assistants of the Minister encouraged the more persistent reporters to leave the side of the Minister and retire to the second floor.
The Minister fended off the final questions with his customary diplomacy. Convinced at last that they could learn nothing more, the last small group of reporters left the small hall and filed up the staircase. The Minister watched them leave with a satisfied expression on his face.
These little banquets that he had set up for journalists, whenever there was an opportunity for a nasty situation to flare up, proved worthwhile. The Minister of the Interior was adept at these sorts of situations. He had told the journalists nothing of consequence.
Not that he wanted especially to hide anything from them. The truth of the matter was that he had nothing to hide. The woman had been abducted and her husband was in the process of trying to retrieve her. Beyond that, the Minister knew no more than the next fellow.
But it would have been lunacy to say as much to the reporters. As a consequence, the Minister filled the air with empty words for over an hour. The journalists were well aware of his evasive tactics, but were accustomed to this in dealing with island peoples.
As the Minister made his way out of the hall and up the staircase, in order to join the journalists at the banquet, he hoped that his guide and Mr. Barnsworth were making good progress. The sooner Mrs. Barnsworth was rescued and these troublesome journalists dispersed, the happier the Minister would be.
Barry was settling himself down for the night. The guide had provided him with a bamboo mat to sleep on. Barry's ankle had almost returned to its natural size. The effects of the plant root that the guide had applied to his foot had been quick to show themselves.
The guide was busy preparing dinner for the two of them. Out of the knapsack on his back he had laid out on the ground the various ingredients necessary for their makeshift dinner. Barry could smell the boiling coffee on the fire. It made his mouth water.
"We will eat soon?" Barry asked, almost too exhausted from the struggles of the day to be hungry.
"Very soon, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide replied.
"And then we will sleep," Barry remarked gratefully.
"Yes, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide answered, pouring coffee into the two tin mugs. "Then we will sleep. We will rise a little before dawn and continue our journey. By morning your foot should be in good enough condition to hold the pressure of your weight."
"And when will we reach the eastern hills?" Barry asked.
"Before nightfall tomorrow, that is the best I can say at the moment," the guide said. "We will know better by mid-day tomorrow, depending upon your ability to walk."
"Well, I hope we get there soon and that Lola will be all right," said Barry, taking the cup of coffee from the other man's extended hand and gratefully drinking the warm fluid.
Every once in a while curious sounds would emanate from the hidden depths of the jungle around them. The two men fell silent as they ate their meager meal. It was quickly growing dark now, and the moon was rising in the sky. Barry thought about the next day and crossed his fingers in hope.
Felicia stood by the window, looking out at the dusty streets of the tiny port town. Ocean breezes continued to blow in the room, while the sky grew dark and the moon began to climb in the sky.
Turning from her place at the window, Felicia looked fondly at the young boy sleeping on her bed. After the pleasure of climax, he had quickly fallen asleep. Felicia moved to the window, not wanting to disturb him. Now her eyes roved hungrily over his half-dressed body.
Just then the boy opened his eyes and looked about with a start. He had obviously forgotten where he was. His eyes fell on Felicia, standing by the window.
"So, sleepy-head, did you have your fill of sleep?" Felicia asked, laughing a little.
"Yes," the boy said, rubbing his eyes, and propping himself up on the bed with his elbows.
His pants still were around his boots, so that his naked legs hung over the side of the bed, his feet still bound in the material. Felicia let her eyes fall to his cock.
"Are you ready for action now?" Felicia asked, smiling at him, and not moving from the window.
"Oh, yes!" the boy exclaimed.
"Do you think your meat is ready for me?" Felicia asked, enjoying the awkward look in his face.
"I hope so," the boy shyly replied.
"I hope so, too," said Felicia, "because I'm really hungry for you. I want your prick deep inside me. I want all your semen. Will you give it to me?"
"Of course," the boy replied, starting to unlace his boots and draw the pants off.
Felicia crossed the room and brought her shift over her head. Her full, enormous breasts fell down swinging. The boy's eager eyes watched their pendulous motion. Felicia put her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, while she smiled at the young boy with anticipatory pleasure.
"You really are beautiful," the boy whispered softly, letting his eyes fall to her cunt.
"I'm glad that you like me," said Felicia moving over and sitting down on the bed next to him.
Felicia started to run her fingers through the boy's curly blonde pubic hair. His young meat started to rise. Very quickly his prick started to rise in the air, bulging with growing power. Felicia let her fingers caress the balls in his sac. The boy reached out with his hand and started to fondle her breasts.
"Do you like me?" Felicia asked, smiling at the boy, her eyelids flickering up and down.
"Yes," the boy replied, "I think that you're beautiful."
"And do you like my breasts?" Felicia asked, looking down at her tits being fondled by his feverish hands.
"I never saw a woman who had such large ones," said the young boy in a voice of awe.
"Well, I'm glad that you're happy," said Felicia.
She lay down on the bed and motioned to the boy to do-likewise. As he turned on his side to continue to fondle her breasts, Felicia took one of his hands and led it down to her cunt. She took his finger in her hand and encouraged him to feel her. The tip of his finger readily made its way into her waiting cunt.
"Bring it up and down," she whispered, closing her eyes and relaxing in the awkward ministrations of the young boy that brought her, despite his inexperience, a great deal of pleasure.
Soon the lips of her cunt grew wet with the flow of her juices. Reaching down with her hand, Felicia fondled the young boy's burning prick. She let her fingers run up and down its burning length. The blue veins of his prick stood out again, bulging with the power that made his prick shoot forward, upright and stiff, in the air.
"I'm ready for you," said Felicia.
She continued to hold the boy's prick as he climbed on top of her. Deftly she helped him insert his burning penis into the moist cavern of her pussy. The boy started to groan with the pleasure her juices afforded his hot meat.
"Oh! What a nice sausage you have!" Felicia whispered with delight, as his young prick began to surge inside her.
"Ah!" the young boy panted. "You feel so good. Oh, so good! I love this."
"And I love it, my handsome sailor," Felicia replied, as the boy started to lift his ass in the air and then surge forward, pounding his young hot flesh into her pussy.
His young swollen organ surged forward in the woman's pussy. Felicia swayed her body back and forth on the bed to accommodate the surge of his prick inside her. The young boy's hard balls bounced between his legs in their blonde-haired sac, as he pushed his penis in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, give it to me! Give it to me!" Felicia cried, letting her body rock back and forth on the bed.
He arched his young, small body up in the air over her body and pounced forward, letting his young swollen prick head surge deeper into her cunt. The tip of his prick nosed its way forward, luxuriating in the sweet feel of her flesh, the juices flowing inside her.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Felicia cried, tossing her head back and forth, beginning to come.
The boy started to pound his meat into her, drawing back and thrusting forward. The semen started to rise in his prick, demanding release.
"Take my tits in your mouth!" Felicia demanded in a panting, breathless whisper.
The young boy leaned forward and drew one of her swollen tits into his mouth. Sucking the sweet flesh with furious lips that were impelled by the fucking rhythms of his prick, the boy started to make animal sounds, muted with his tongue against her hard and firm nipples.
Suddenly the young boy started to come. He heaved and moaned on the bed, practically crying, as the semen shot out of him. Thick wads of seed shot forth into her pussy. He trembled all over with the force of the fuck. His ass quivered in the air, as he continued to shoot his prick upwards inside her.
"Oh, there's my baby," cried Felicia, as the young boy shot the last of his seed inside her.
He fell against her with a groan, his body continuing to tremble. Felicia ran her fingers through his hair, while her other hand caressed the quivering flesh on the cheeks of his ass.
CHAPTER NINE
Well, here is your friend and faithful companion, good old Roger Littlecomb, sitting on the front veranda of the hotel on a bright, sun-shining morning here on the island. Well, what's the news? To tell you the truth, not much. Nothing of consequence, so to speak.
I returned from a drinking bout quite late last night and found Felicia fast asleep on the bed. Her little boyfriend lay next to her, his head against her breasts. Being of a discreet nature, I quickly and quietly withdrew, and spent the night in Barry's room, for he had given me the key to his room the night before he left for his quest in the jungle.
Talking about Barry, I wonder how the poor fellow's making out. I hope that he'll manage to come through unscathed. I wouldn't want to trade places with him for all the money in the world. And I'm as fond of money as the next fellow, I can assure you.
Well, where was I? Oh, yes, last night. Well, it took me quite a while to sleep off last night's drunk. I just finished breakfast a short time ago. And here I am now, tossing down a morning chaser. Well, it's something to take away the bitter taste of the coffee here.
I heard last night in the gin mill that the Minister of the Interior handled the journalists with his usual aplomb. Oh, there's no getting past that man. He knows how to handle the affair. But then he should. After all, abductions are a yearly ritual around here, a perennial occurrence, if you know what I mean. So it seems like this whole thing is going to turn into some sort of circus. What I mean to say by that is that word is out that the Ministry of the Interior is outfitting a regular expedition for a search in the jungle for Lola. That's right. A regular hunt. It seems that certain sorts of pressure from outside sources were brought to bear against the island government to do more than just sit idly with hands crossed, hoping that Barry would be able to retrieve Lola with the lone aid of his guide. There are all sorts of rumors going around, but no one knows yet for any certainty who it was that brought this pressure against the island government.
Be that as it may, the entire army of journalists, along with guides and even a few daring curiosity-seekers from the group of tourists here, are setting off at dawn tomorrow to search for Lola. What this means is that they'll have to journey to the eastern hills.
And I've already explained to you what a man-trap those eastern hills are. I know of no other place that has such a reputation for danger and all sorts of unpleasant possibilities. But reporters are a brave race of men. They're off tomorrow after Lola.
Well, the Minister ought to be satisfied. This at any rate will get the journalists out of the way. Who knows? Perhaps the government conceived this plan for just that purpose. Outside sources! In any case, there's safety in numbers, so that ought to help the chances of retrieving Lola from the separatist natives.
Meanwhile, I received another telegram this morning from the superiors back home. The
Department is not at all pleased with the way things are going. An old picture of Lola in a bikini is making the rounds of all the newspaper front pages. And the Department back home is quite stuffy and staid, if you know what I mean.
I was warned in the telegram to await new orders. Our sociological research here on the island has been cancelled because of adverse publicity. Well, that's the way the ball bounces, as they say, if you know what I mean. So what recourse is open to good old Roger for the time being?
Exactly. Nothing, but hope that the hunt for Lola will have a successful outcome, and try to enjoy myself in the meantime. Maybe that sounds kind of callous and hard hearted to you, seeing that poor Lola and Barry are lost in the depths of that jungle, and here I am sitting in splendor and comfort on the hotel veranda.
But is it my fault that Lola had to go snooping that night and get herself abducted? I guess not. So, as I said, there's nothing for me to do, but try to pass the time in the most amiable way possible, and I guess what you know what that means. So Roger has to find himself a diversion of one sort or another. And I've had enough drinking for a while, so that means there's only one thing left to do. Go find myself some sweet young girl, waiting to be introduced to the manifold pleasures of the body at the hands of an old master.
The next day the group of journalists, supplied with a week's provisions, knapsacks and all the other necessary paraphernalia, set off with their guides on a journey into the depths of the jungle. The large expedition left at the crack of dawn and many of the town's natives were on hand to wish the men good luck. As a matter-of-fact, practically everyone remotely concerned with the affair was on hand, with the one exception of the Littlecombs.
Felicia had not returned to the hotel that night. Roger, however, was used to her not infrequent absences, when she was on the hunt, as he put it, and so was not at all inconvenienced by her absence. Despite his intention, he wound up spending the greater part of the night at the local gin mill, and woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover.
Getting hungry for some sex, Roger forced himself to eat a hearty breakfast and several cups of coffee. Somewhat fortified by the steaming brew, Roger set off in search of sexual satisfaction. Being, as he put it himself, an experienced practitioner, it did not take him long to make the necessary contact.
Roger was drifting through the dusty streets of the little town, beginning to get impatient, when he spied a little girl standing in front of a shop window, which was dressed with goods from the outside world, which were pleasantly displayed and prohibitively priced.
Roger slowly made his way next to the young girl and engaged her in conversation. She was a native girl of the island and typified the beauty that the island had a reputation for. She had long dark black hair that fell below her shoulders practically to the small of her back.
She shone her dark eyes on Roger with a sparkling glitter. Her teeth were pearl white. And Roger could easily detect beneath the flimsy material of her native shift the beginning mounds of breasts, just beginning to expand their beauty.
Roger had already undressed the girl and fucked her several times in his mind by the time he persuaded the young girl to accompany him on a walk along the beach. The girl had been left to wander at will the whole day long. So she did not hesitate to accept Roger's pleasantly extended invitation.
Roger led the girl onto the strip of beach that led away from town. They walked along the shore for quite some time, until Roger discovered what he considered a suitable place for their encounter. Leading the young girl by the hand, Roger pushed into the grove of trees until they came to a small clearing. "You're not shy, are you?" Roger asked, leaning toward the girl with extended arms.
"No, not very," said the girl, smiling at the older man before her.
"Would you like me to love you?" he asked, drawing her into his embrace.
"Yes," the girl replied, nodding her head in what was almost shyness.
Roger could feel the press of his prick against his pants. He let his hand press back and forth against the girl's tits. She seemed somewhat ill at ease, so Roger kissed her again and again, until he could see the effects of his caresses in her shining eyes.
Never taking his eyes off her, Roger unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground. Kicking off his sandals, he began to draw his pants down his legs. The girl watched solemnly as he disrobed in front of her. In a moment he was naked before her.
"Do I look all right?" Roger asked with a smile, as the young girl trained her eyes on his swinging prick between his legs.
The girl made no reply, but silently nodded. With his prick arching in the air before him, Roger approached the girl with open arms. His prick head, pushed itself against the soft material of her shift, while Roger leaned his head down and started to smother the young girl with passionate kisses.
"You're going to let me fuck you, aren't you?" Roger asked, smiling at the girl in his arms.
She shyly nodded her head up and down, keeping her eyes cast downward. The balls in his large hairy sac rose and grew harder, as Roger pressed his body against the soft form of the girl. With one quick movement of his hand, he undressed her, lifting the shift over her head and shoulders.
She stood before him in her naked beauty, her young breasts only partially developed, her young pussy half-hidden by one of her hands. The dark brown pools of flesh around her nipples were already quite large, and Roger wasted no time in making her nipples stand out their full length.
Massaging her breasts in his hands, Roger squeezed and kneaded her tits with warm, anxious fingers. The girl stood before him with hands down at her side and in front of her cunt, while Roger pulled and twisted her breasts, which swelled with his caresses.
Crouching before her, Roger took one of her tits into his mouth, while he tooled his prick up and down her pussy, letting his prick head run through her tight pubic hair. Then, letting his prick swing on its own momentum, Roger began to feel the young girl, twisting the tip of his finger into her cunt.
The girl leaned back, and smiled with the pleasure of his hand inside her pussy. Soon his finger was rewarded with the sweet feel of her young juices. Dropping to his knees, Roger started to suck, letting his tongue probe inside her young honey pot.
While his tongue probed deeper, Roger brought his hand around her waist and let his fingers roam up and down the soft down of her firm, tight buttocks. Her ass jutted out from her lithe body at a remarkable angle. Roger's fingers were quick to appreciate the delicious curves of her ass.
Meanwhile, the girl was coming, her eyes closed with the pleasure of climax. Roger's greedy tongue sucked her with a furious rhythm. The young girl leaned backward to accommodate his probing tongue, while the juices poured down inside her.
While she was still coming, Roger drew back his head and rose quickly to his feet. With one quick motion he urged his prick through the wet lips of her cunt. The girl opened her eyes very wide and started to moan as Roger let his prick climb up inside her.
"Jump up on me!" Roger whispered to the girl, whose arms were crossed behind his shoulders. "Cross your legs behind my back!"
The girl did as he directed. Roger held her in his arms, while she changed her embrace and gripped her arms around his neck. Her thin legs were crossed at the small of his back. Holding her in this fashion, Roger began to ease his prick in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, you feel so good, baby-you feel so beautiful!" Roger whispered to the girl, who was rocking back and forth in his arms at the force of his fuck.
His legs spread wide apart, his feet firmly positioned on the ground, Roger let his prick surge into the young girl's creamy pussy. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure as his prick reached up inside her and combed the walls of her cunt with its feverish power.
"Oh, what a beautiful cunt you have, baby!" whispered Roger, jutting his ass out and then throwing his prick forward.
The girl moaned and groaned as Roger started to move around in circles, fucking her with growing momentum that made him move with the force of the fuck. Tightening her grip around his neck, the girl eased her legs out so that his prick probed deeper inside her.
"Oh, baby-baby!" he cried, bringing her against the trunk of a tree.
With her legs still around his waist, he threw his prick forward. He started to moan, as the semen began to shoot out of his swollen prick. The slit in his dark-colored prick head opened wide for the spilling stream of semen that issued out. Pushing her harder against the leaning trunk of the tree, he pumped his wad inside her.
The girl let her head fall all the way back, so that her long hair practically touched the ground. Moaning and crying in the grip of his fuck, her body lowered itself a little down his legs, while Roger continued to heave his feverish cock inside her.
"Oh, baby-baby-baby!" Roger crooned, as the semen pumped out of him.
The thick rich bursts of seed shot forth into her moist and quivering pussy. The girl felt charges running through her body in the excitement and release of climax. Jutting himself forward one last time, Roger heaved the rest of his semen into her.
Groaning practically with pain, Roger slowly sank to his knees, bringing the girl with him. They lay together on the ground, Roger resting his hairy body against her soft flesh. The girl had her eyes closed, while her tongue lolled against her lower lip.
They panted and moaned together as the pressure of the climax slowly subsided.
In another part of town, Felicia and her young boyfriend were strolling through the dusty streets. She had treated the young boy to a sumptuous meal at the town's main restaurant. Innocent in other matters besides sex, the boy had Felicia choose his lunch.
For a while they strolled through the streets, looking at the shop windows and talking about the young boy's voyage on the sea. Felicia listened with a fondness to his narration of the voyage that had brought him to this island. Stopping at one of the shops, the boy admired an island-sculptured statue of a naked woman.
Felicia excused herself for a moment, walked into the shop, and purchased the statue as a gift for the young boy. His face lit up with gratitude at her gift. Holding it tightly in the grip of one hand, he continued to walk by Felicia's side as they neared a half-deserted quarter of the town.
This section of the tiny town had been seriously destroyed by the last earthquake. Most of the inhabitants had moved out long ago, so that the quarter had about it the air of a ghost town. Felicia and the young boy stepped their way through the rubble and looked about with curiosity at the deserted homes and buildings.
Felicia had covered this part of the town on one of her first days on the island. Knowing her way, she led the young boy through the piles of rubble and rubbish, and up the crumbling steps of an old building that had lost its upper half.
"There's a wonderful view of the ocean from here," said Felicia, leading the lad up another round of crumbling stone steps.
"You've been here before?" the boy asked in surprise.
"I get around," the older woman replied, making her way across a shadowed, rubble-littered floor to a wide stone-arched window.
"Come over here and look out the window," Felicia commanded the young boy, who stood with his hands at his side by the doorway.
The boy did as he was told and crossed the room. Standing next to the older woman, the young boy put his arms on the dusty window ledge and leaned out, looking at the view. While his eyes traveled over the tops of the buildings of the town to the blue-gray waves of the ocean, Felicia ran her fingers through his tousled blonde hair.
"It is very pretty, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes, it is quite a view," the boy replied, letting his eyes rove over the sun-lit church steeple in the middle of the town to the sails of the boats at rest in the harbor.
Felicia moved her hands down his back. Reaching over with one hand she unbuckled his belt and undid the knots fastening his pants. The young boy's pants fell to his feet in one rush, while Felicia fastened her eyes on the firm, hard flesh of his young buttocks.
Moving behind him, Felicia dropped to her knees and pressed her head against the soft blonde hair of his ass. Putting her hands on his slim hips, she stuck her tongue out and started to trace it up and down the crevice of his ass. With the caresses of the older woman from behind, the young boy leaned forward out the window, so that his ass jutted out closer to the thrust of her hot-tipped tongue.
"Oh, that feels so good-so good!" the boy exclaimed in pleasure, as Felicia's tongue continued to race up and down the crevice of his ass, making his body tingle with the bath of her tongue.
Felicia reached her hands down and pushed the cheeks of his ass apart. Her tongue moved to the center of attraction, pressing its hot, hungry tip against the lips of his ass-hole. The young boy moaned with the pleasure and stuck his ass out farther, begging her with his groans to thrust her tongue inside him.
Felicia pushed her tongue through the tight hole of his ass-hole and surged against the hot feel of the flesh of his ass. The young boy's prick shot forward, standing up stiff and hard in the air, his swollen prick head pressing its head against his belly.
Meanwhile, Felicia fondled his balls with one free hand, while the other remained in a grip on one of his buttocks. With gentle fingers Felicia tickled his balls in their blonde, hairy sac, pushing them back and forth between his widespread legs, while she probed her tongue deeper into his ass.
The boy started to moan and jut his ass out and then draw it in, rocking his body back and forth to the caresses of Felicia's ass-suck. His young, long, swollen penis bulged with youthful power, the blue veins throbbing with urgency, while his semen rose up the shaft of his prick, aching to be released.
Felicia withdrew her tongue from his young, wet ass and rose to her feet. Lifting the shift up over her head, she bared her naked body to the young boy, who turned from the window with his awesome prick wobbling with power and pride in the air before her. Felicia took hold of the young boy's shoulders and motioned to him to recline on the floor. The young boy did as she directed. His youthful, slim frame was stretched out on the floor, his legs spread wide apart, while his protuberant dick stood up straight as a ramrod.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Felicia asked.
"Yes!" the boy said excitedly.
"And you'll keep yourself hard for me as long as you can?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll try," said the boy, putting a hand down and caressing his aching balls.
"And you'll love as hard as you can?" Felicia continued.
"Yes, yes-yes!" the boy whispered, anxious to fuck this beautiful, older woman, standing naked in front of him.
"And you'll bite my tits and eat my neck and push it up my cunt as hard and tight as you can?" Felicia asked, swaying her naked body before the recumbent boy, holding her breasts in her hands and bouncing them up and down.
"Oh, yes, yes-anything, but please let me fuck you!" the boy frantically pleaded, his blood boiling in his cock, while his eyes were hypnotized by the swinging motion of the older woman's enormous tits.
"Oh, how I want you-how I want to feel your young meat inside me," said Felicia, slowly lowering herself on top of the young boy.
"You're so beautiful," the boy whispered softly.
"Go slowly at first, otherwise you'll come too fast," Felicia cautioned him.
She lowered herself on top of him, and directed his swollen prick head into the embrace of her wet and waiting cunt lips. Slowly the boy eased his prick into her pussy, while Felicia maneuvered her body on top of him to adjust his surging prick.
"Oh, you feel so good!" the boy whispered excitedly, as the warm, wet feel of the older woman's juices poured over his surging prick.
"How I love my little sailor," said Felicia, starting to lift her body up and down, directing the young boy's prick deeper into her pussy.
Felicia kept her eyes down on his cock and her cunt, luxuriating in the sight of his pubic hair nestled against her pussy. She put her hands out on the floor beyond the young boy's shoulders, adjusting her equilibrium. The young boy panted and moaned at the sweet feel of her pussy.
"Am I good?" Felicia asked, now looking at him as she rose up and down on top of him.
"Yes," the boy whispered, returning the passionate stare in the older woman's eyes.
"Do you love my pussy?" Felicia asked, starting to switch the sway of her body, now moving sideways, so that his prick edged its fiery head against the walls of her cunt.
"Yes, yes!" the boy excitedly returned.
"You're not going to come too soon, are you?" Felicia asked, keeping the rhythm of the fuck at a moderate pace.
"No, I'll try not to," the boy said. "But I don't know how long I can keep it in. You feel so good."
"Well, try," said Felicia, lowering her breasts in front of him and swinging them now in the same direction back and forth, as she swayed her pussy.
"Oh, you're beautiful," the boy whispered, caught in the grip of passion, which burned through his body in a way he had never known before.
"I love your young cock," Felicia announced with pleasure, gritting her teeth at the delicious feel of his prick in her pussy.
The boy reached out with his hands and started to fondle her swaying breasts, pinching her nipples and closing his eyes with the pleasure this afforded him. Felicia continued to sway her body back and forth, keeping the rhythm of the fuck at a slow pace.
But soon the juices inside her began their frantic flow and she started to heave herself up and down on top of the slim young boy, quickening the rhythm of the fuck despite her intentions. The boy started to groan as his prick reached deeper inside her than ever before.
"Isn't it good?" she asked in a breathless voice, continuing to accelerate the fuck.
"Yes, yes! I love it!" the boy whispered, moaning and groaning now, as he turned his head back and forth and closed his eyes with the beautiful pleasure of his prick enclosed in the warm, inner depths of her wet pussy.
Felicia now let go of all control. She started to bring her body up and down with frantic motions, making the young boy's prick surge to the depths of her aching pussy. The juices inside her began to melt down and she moaned with the resulting pleasure.
The boy was throwing his ass up and down against the floor, pounding himself forward. He started to come, moaning and groaning. The semen shot out of his prick in thick, rich bursts. He threw his arms around the older woman's neck and groaned with animal sounds.
The young boy and the older woman continued the fuck for a minute or two longer, their bodies rocking together in unison, before the release of climax allowed them to fall down to the floor in peace, freed of the burden of their juices.
CHAPTER TEN
Well, here I am, your friend Roger. As you can see, we're back on the ocean liner. What happened? Well, there's really quite a lot to tell. So much so, that I don't know really where to begin. The last couple of days have been kind of frantic. I don't mind telling you that it's kind of nice to be back here on this ship, watching the hypnotizing motion of the waves.
After my pleasant interlude with the young native beauty on the beach, I returned to the hotel. There was a telegram waiting for me. From the superiors back home. As I told you, the Department was not at all pleased with the way things had turned out, Lola getting lost on us, and so on.
The telegram contained a change of orders for me. I was to return home as soon as possible, with or without the Barnsworths, as the case might be. Well, of course, as far as I know, poor Barry and Lola, in addition to that army of journalists, are still located in the depths of the man-eating jungle.
Orders are orders, however. I packed our bags, hoping that Felicia would return soon from her prowls around the town. It didn't take me long to pack our belongings. We travel lightly as a rule. Once the bags were packed and arrangements were made for our return voyage, there was nothing left but to sit down on the verandah and have a drink.
So there I am, sitting on the verandah, going over in my mind the pleasant details of our stay on the little island. I had had to make arrangements of course in returning the supplies we had bought for our sociological expedition, but all that was at government expense, so no worry, if you know what I mean.
There I was on the verandah sipping my drink, everything neatly tied up and finished, except for the absence of poor Lola, Barry, the journalists, guides and curiosity seekers, who were all at the moment thrashing their way through the thick bush of the jungle.
But except for that everything was neatly concluded. I had made arrangements with the hotel, paying for all the services, so there was nothing for me to do, but wait for the sailing of our ship the following day, hoping that Felicia would return from her forays before sailing time.
The sun was getting low, evening was settling over the tiny island port, sea birds pecked at the front lawn of the hotel. The town was always quiet, but since the journalists had taken off into the jungle, the place practically became a ghost town.
Anyway, looking down at the street outside the hotel walls, I saw a familiar figure. Felicia. And not alone. No, there she was with her little boy friend, the one who had spent the night with her in our room. Well, she came up to me on the porch with the boy beside her.
Introductions were made, after which I informed Felicia of our impending departure. As soon as she heard she looked at the boy and announced they must return to town to buy him some clothes for the voyage, inasmuch as all he had was his wrinkled uniform.
It took me a time to catch on. But Felicia explained succinctly. She had taken a great attachment to the boy and vice versa apparently, and she had no intention of letting the Department back home spoil a good thing. So she was taking the boy with her.
I did my best to caution Felicia about the laws of hijacking on international waters and so on, and so forth, all, of course, to no avail. The boy was coming with her, and that was that. Felicia is a tigress and once her mind's made up there is no one who can change it.
Here we were sailing back home, the three of us. Myself, Felicia and the boy which is kind of unusual but then, Felicia and I are not the usual couple. The two of them are fucking right now in the cabin, which explains my discreet presence here on the deck.
So I stand here on the deck, a drink in hand, studying the sea in front of me. The island disappeared from view this morning and now there's nothing but an expanse of sea all around. I find it peaceful to be back on the ship.
I wonder about poor Lola and Barry. Will I ever see that pair again? And that army of journalists, lost in the jungle. But I've other things on my mind like, I'm just a bit envious of Felicia with her paramour. And intend to liquidate my frustrations in short order. I've been going over the ranks of the passengers with an eagle eye. There's got to be some pretty girl here, some young virgin waiting to be taught all the right things. And I intend to find her before too long.
Back on the island, deep in the jungle, Barry and his guide were stopped by a stream. Not far ahead of them rose a view of mountains, reaching to the tropical sky with tree covered tops. It was late afternoon.
"Well," said Barry, "I'm glad that we're here at last."
He looked at the guide, who was staring at the mountain tops and shaking his head. A horrible feeling began to take hold of Barry, the cause of which he was still not certain. But the expression on the guide's face troubled the man.
"Is there something wrong?" Barry asked.
"I am afraid, Mr. Barnsworth," the guide slowly said, continuing to shake his head, "that I have some very bad news for you."
"What is it?" Barry asked nervously, his voice rising.
"I must ask you to remain calm, Mr. Barnsworth, and listen carefully, keeping a grip on yourself, if you please," said the guide staring at the nervous man with solemn eyes.
"The matter is this: those mountains in front of us are not the proper mountains."
"What do you mean by that?" Barry asked, his eyes growing wide, while a sinking feeling floated through his body.
"I mean to say," the guide continued, "that I made a miscalculation on our journey through the jungle here. The mountains in front of us are the western mountains of the island. They have been uninhabited for several hundred years. As you can see, there are no smoke columns that would indicate the presence of any native life there."
"But I don't understand," said Barry in a faltering voice.
"It is simple, Mr. Barnsworth," continued the guide. "I apologize for the miscalculation. But we will now have to travel several days in the opposite direction in order to reach our original destination, which is of course the eastern mountains.
"Mr. Barnsworth!" the guide said in a commanding voice. "I informed you from the beginning that it would be necessary to keep a hold of yourself. Take up your knapsack and follow me. We have several days journeying through the jungle ahead of us. Don't waste your strength."
Barry Barnsworth shook his head in muted rage. The guide was right, of course. He was only wasting his strength. Barry picked up his knapsack and began to follow the figure of the guide in front of him. As they made their slow path through the jungle growth, Barry began to wonder if he would ever find Lola, or, for that matter, ever find his way out of this accursed jungle.
Back on the ship Felicia was stepping out of the shower. She took a towel from the rack and began to twist it around her wet body, while her eyes fell on the sleeping form of the young boy stretched out on the bed. Shaking her head and jumping on one foot and then the other, in order to shake the water out of her ears, Felicia took a few steps closer to the boy on the bed.
He opened his eyes at her approach. The older woman stood before him, continuing to twist the heavy towel around her wet body. She looked at the boy with hungry eyes. He was stretched out naked on the bed. His young cock was nestled between his legs.
"Are you happy?" Felicia asked him, taking a brush from the dresser top and running it through her hair.
"Yes, I am," the boy replied.
"And you don't miss your ship and all your companions?" Felicia inquired.
"No, I'm happy to be here with you," the boy replied, letting his eyes follow the swinging motion of the woman's breasts.
"Are you ready for some love?" Felicia asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm always ready for that," the boy replied with a reassuring smile.
His eyes fell down to her cunt. He traced with his vision the beautiful oval of her cunt lips, while his tongue fell out between his lips. His long prick, while he watched her, began to make rising motions as it quickly filled with blood.
"Do you want to give it to me?" Felicia asked, sitting down on the bed next to his naked body.
"Yes," the boy replied, reaching out with a hand and running his fingers up and down her thigh.
His prick shot forward in the air, throbbing with power. Felicia let her eyes fall on the veins that bulged on his young prick. Reaching out she began to caress his balls in their blonde hairy sac. The boy spread his legs wider, while the older woman continued to caress his hairy pouch.
While Felicia and the young boy continued their loving fuck, Roger was intercepted by a messenger on the deck of the ship. Opening the telegram, Roger learned that the separatist natives had returned Lola Barnsworth to the port town without giving any reasons why they had abducted her in the first place.
The woman was said to be in good health. In fact, she claimed to have enjoyed her involuntary sojourn in the eastern hills of the jungle. The Minister had sent out runners to tell Barry and his guide, as well as the army of journalists, that Mrs. Barnsworth had been returned unharmed.
"By the time you receive this telegram, Mr. and Mrs. Barnsworth, as well as all journalists, should be already in flight on the journey back to your native land." Roger folded the telegram in his pocket. Everything had turned out all right, after all. Looking up and down the length of the deck, Roger now continued his search for another pretty young girl.
