Chapter 6
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.