"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Eflo screamed, her smoky brown eyes staring unseeing at things beyond both of them. Her ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side on the silky white sheets, screwing her electrified cunt up and down crazily on her old lover's black fucking rod.
It was Eflo's final climax, her wildly thrashing body that triggered the captain's own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Happy increased the intensity of his strokes so that his big black scrotum swung like a great baboon against the trembling walls of her asscheeks as though they were unimportant, immaterial clouds. But then he was there. The new intensity of his orgasm frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her arms had him in a death-like grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth: "I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Her words were almost incomprehensible when she chanted just the way the old women did around the fire, "Cum in me… cum in me!" It sounded just like their chanting invitation to the sun spirits to invade and warm their cold, old bones! Happy heard the whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of his own ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot explosion of his love erupted like the dynamite in the mine deep down inside the pulsating depths of her devouring womb.
For several minutes his cock continued to spurt and throb until gradually it stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to normal position, and the cuntal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish from the big river. The thought of going fishing again began to haunt him. What if he could never go fishing again? Life was so short. Maybe it would be even shorter, but he must not think those things!
He opened his eyes and looked down at Eflo. She appeared to be all of twenty-five again, ten years younger than he knew she was. A soft, wondering smile was etched on her lips. He had made it all up to her. He could see that. She looked happy and fulfilled. He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful dark tits with their soft ebony nipples at repose. She was asleep, so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated prick. She was sleeping as he needed to but doubted that he would again as his cock came out of her with a soft hissing sound. Then with the stopper removed, a torrent of white, expended sperm began to trickle and then flow like the river out of her open cunt!
Captain Happy pulled the counterpane over her perspiration streaked body. Then nude, he walked toward the bay window that overlooked the narrow dirt road weaving among the hills of his "country" and picked up his binoculars. There was little need for them in this case because any vehicle raised the dust and could be seen for miles. There was not a puff anywhere, so what should he look at? Nevertheless, he anxiously scanned the land because what else could he do? He knew he couldn't sleep!
CHAPTER TWO
The Head of State did not sleep in his bedroom, to be sure. His mind still dazed with weariness, he carefully chose some clean underwear from his drawer and clean fatigued from his closet and slowly dressed. One thing he might do, he thought to himself as he pulled on his socks, was ride around the estates again. It never hurt to keep constant check on how the gardens were being managed. What he usually did at such inspections was hop out of his jeep and help the men for a while so they-would know that he had time for them as well as for everything else. Still, the very thought of exerting himself, of even driving, was more than he could bear. Staring at the heavy boots he ought to put on next, he decided to carry them to his office. Should anyone ask, he would explain that he had calluses on his feet because he had marched twice as far as usual that day.
Yes, he agreed with himself, that is exactly what he would say if anyone dared ask! In fact, he would send someone for the boots because he didn't even want to carry them. He would look as though he had forgotten them because he was in such a hurry over something important and then send his secretary for them. In accordance with his plan, Captain Happy strode out of his bedroom in his stocking feet, down the plushly carpeted hallway to the stairs, and down then in a rush as though what was on his mind was too important to be diverted by either questions or shoes.
Opening the door of the office, he saw that the secretary was not there and then remembered that he had sent him as driver for the jeep that was to bring the hostages back. Well, he was glad he had decided to take an ambassador and his wife. He would need no shoes for them. They were not the brightest sort. Their titles and their lack of brains made them ideal prisoners for this sort of thing! So he fussed to himself as he repeated the movements he had made in the bedroom above, peering out the bay window, picking up a pair of binoculars and scanning the countryside with those. There was nothing. He reached under his shirt to scratch just in front of his arm. His body was damp with sweat. He should have taken another shower, he thought drowsily, but he went to the door, flicked the air conditioner to "on", and sat down at the desk with a map of the countryside, countryside that would someday be part of his "country" if all went as he planned. Suddenly he was asleep.
The clock at his elbow ticked on silently as time progressed through the afternoon toward five o'clock. The big man, collapsed over his desk, his head placed squarely on the marked area of the Whitelaw Estates, slept on. He never knew a thing all afternoon until Eflo was tugging at his sleeve.
"They're here, Happy!" she was whispering hoarsely. She had seen the cloud of dust roll up from the horizon. She had used the captain's binoculars to identify the jeep that was to bring the hostages in with the secretary at the wheel. Quickly she had run downstairs, suspecting that he might be asleep when she heard no orders barked out, no shouting or running or other turmoil.
"Wake up, Captain Happy," she cried, more careful to use his title as he came to.
Instantly he knew what the excitement was about, and he could tell from the unperturbed, if not elated, expression on her rested-looking face that so far, all had gone well. The hostages had been taken and were probably on their way in the front door. He snapped to attention, smoothed his shirt, and leaned over his map.
"Thank you, Eflo," he muttered and then took another look at her. She had grabbed a negligee to run down over the stairs. His eyes opened wide. Her dark skin glistened in voluptuous curves from head to toe under the frothy pink gown that hid absolutely nothing! "Are you crazy?" he hissed. "This is a revolution! This is the office of the Head of State for the country of Whitelaw! Get dressed!"
Eflo stifled the temptation to tell him that if she had gotten dressed before coming to him, he would have been asleep when they arrived. "Every Head of State has mistresses, Captain Happy. It is to be expected." Nevertheless, Eflo had no desire to be caught like this before the hostages or the men, either. She had simply meant to be quick about it, and now she turned on her heel and raced back out and up the stairs. Happy's eyes, obviously staring at the map under the knit bush of his heavy brows, followed her frothy figure as far as it could be seen. He groaned to feel the stirring between his legs and commanded himself to pay attention to the business at hand. Heads of state with mistresses, he muttered to himself, do not keep their countries very long!
He had no time to consider whether that was true or not, however. He had heard the jeep pull up, and then, in spite of his wish to appear busy and unconcerned, he bounced out of his seat for a brief glance out the window. The ambassador's wife was just being taken from the jeep by Bou, the driver, who was also Happy's personal secretary. It was obvious that Bou didn't know the difference between a captor and a captive, Happy thought to himself with a disgusted smile. The captain had no intention of mistreating these people unnecessarily, but Bou was behaving like a footman to the woman. He was reaching in, helping her down, making very sure she didn't… Then the big captain got a good look!