Chapter 9
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.