Chapter 8
"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.