Chapter 10
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.
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.