Chapter 7
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.