The Island, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 19

Chapter 19 After my morning’s excitement with Alyssa, I wanted a little me time. I pulled on my clothes and set off southwestward along the slope of the volcanic peak on the South end of the island. As far as I knew, no one had explored this part of the island yet. The jungle was fairly dense as I skirted the steep slope, until I ran into another game trail that seemed to head in the general direction I was going. Following the trail made things much easier, and soon I was able to catch glimpses of the smaller beach—the one past the mouth of the stream—below me through the trees. The vegetation thinned as I got closer to the end of the island, and the terrain was definitely more rocky. I began to hear clucking sounds as I hiked, and wondered if I might see some of the elusive chickens we had heard now and then. I crept quietly along the path, trying desperately not to spook the creatures, and eventually spied a small flock of runty, multicolored hens and a single rooster pecking around a fallen tree. I studied the situation, wondering if I could somehow use my shirt to net one of the birds. Then I saw an opening in the rocky face of the mountain that seemed about 8 feet across. It looked like a small cave, and I suspected I could drive some of them into it if I were careful. Lining myself up opposite the cave from the chickens, I hid behind a tree, and made a loud cawing noise. I didn’t want to freak them out, just get them moving away from me. A few squawks emanated from ...

... the flock, and when I peeked out, they had indeed fled a few feet from the unfamiliar noise. I crawled forward to another tree, and repeated the maneuver, this time driving them all the way up to the rock wall. The cave was now clearly visible, and fortunately the mountain threw out two fingers of rock that made a natural funnel aimed at the cave. With a little luck, I could panic the dimwitted poultry into the cave and trap them there. Taking off my shirt, I leapt out from behind the tree with a shriek, and waving the fabric like a flag charged the group of clucking fowl like a madman. They squawked in panic, wings flapping ineffectually, and scattered away from me in a disorganized mob. At least three of them dove right into the cave, and I ignored the rest to concentrate on the ones I had a chance in catching. Reaching the cave mouth, I stopped, surveying the interior. It was fairly short, about 8 by 6 feet at the mouth, tapering to about 3 feet across at the far end, which was 8 feet or so in. There were two hens and a rooster inside, running around in a panic. I held my shirt next to me to widen the barrier to escape, and looked around frantically for some way to nab them. A small tree grew near the cave mouth, and by reaching to my arm’s limit, I was able to snag a branch and pull it toward me. I broke off as much as I could, and ended up with a 6 -foot section of leafy twigs. It was fairly dense foliage, and I figured I could use it as a net to trap them against the cave ...