Chapter 2
Angel stirred in bed. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. She opened her violet eyes partway. Something seemed different. Then she remembered that for the first time she was not sleeping alone. She turned over and watched Damien's handsome face as he slept. His x broad chest slowly moved up and down and his full lips were slightly parted as if in a kiss. She ran her hand over his chest, feeling the soft black hair brush beneath her palm. When she reached his navel the hair got thicker and coarser. Then she touched it.
The cock!
She wrapped her fingers around it. It was soft and spongy. Such a delightful thing to have and it was hers. Angel slid her nude body against Damien's and ran her tongue over his eyelashes. They parted. Damien smiled dreamily and wrapped his arms around her. His cock was expanding in her hand, and Angel wanted to feel it get hard inside her mouth. She quickly moved down, opened her mouth wide and took it inside. Damien shuddered. She put her hands under his fat balls and squeezed them as the prick expanded, completely filling her mouth and giving her a sensational thrill.
"Angel," he groaned, "suck me slow. Real slow."
She slid her tongue around his sensitive undershaft and noisily began to make love to his giant cock. At one point she let it slide out of her mouth and with the tip of her tongue she licked his cock up one side and down the other, running her tongue in maddeningly hot circles around the swollen cockhead.
"I adore your cock, Damien."
He smiled down at her. She opened her mouth and once again took the velvety head of his cock inside. She held his balls in one hand and brought them close to her mouth. Then she left his prick for a moment, shoved the balls into her mouth and sucked them while her fingers jerked up and down on his erect prick. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to feel his hot juice spurting down her throat.
Damien ran his fingertips through Angel's blond hair, urging her on.
"That's it, Angel. That's it!"
He held onto the back of her head and jammed the full length of his prick down her throat. Angel's eyes brimmed with tears as he fucked her in the mouth.
Oh, God, Angel thought. This is so fantastic. The most marvelous thing I've ever known. Why did I wait so long to know how exciting a man's cock can be?
Damien started to thrash about. Hoarse, wounded sounds came from his throat.
He's coming, she thought to herself. I can feel it swelling up as if it were going to explode. Suddenly Damien's thighs tensed and he began shooting down her throat. Angel swallowed and continued swallowing as he poured his rich juice into her. Finally the giant thing stopped shooting and she could feel him starting to get smaller. She held his cock in her mouth, still sucking on it and making little mewing sounds of delight as it returned to its soft state.
Reluctantly she pulled her mouth away and started to move upwards, but went back to his crotch and kissed the head of it just once more. She wiped the tears from her eyes and slid beside him. Damien wrapped his arms around Angel and she nestled in the warmth of his body.
"What a marvelous way to wake up," he breathed, "but I want to please you, too."
Damien swung over her body and buried his face between her breasts, kneading them against his cheeks.
"Your skin, Angel—I've never felt anything so soft."
His mouth circled the nipple on her left breast slowly. She could feel his hot breath coming closer to the rigid center. Suddenly he opened his mouth and took the nipple inside hungrily, still running his tongue back and forth over the tip of it. At the same time, he kneaded her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it became as hard as the one he was chewing. Then he pulled away from her breasts, parted his lips and his tongue came out. He ran it down the full length of her abdomen, each stroke bringing him closer to her soft pubic hair.
Damien spread her legs apart and blew hot breaths over the tender folds of her pussy. Angel squealed helplessly. His fingers pulled the petals of her cunt apart, making the tiny red knob of her clit stand up hard. Then he began to loll his tongue back and forth on her labial plane, rolling it around the swollen bud. He was driving Angel out of her mind with passion. His tongue, soft and wet, touched the tip of her clit and Angel's body began to shake. She arched her back in rapture and dug her fingers into his bobbing head. Her cunt felt like it was in flames. Suddenly she realized that Damien was nipping her clit between his teeth. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and the fireworks began—bright dazzling colors—brighter than any she'd ever seen in her life. She felt a wave of ecstasy sweep over her body as she climaxed.
Damien continued making hot slurping sounds between her thighs until, like a leaf on the wind, Angel floated down to earth and gently landed. Then she sat up in bed and announced, "I'm hungry. Let's have some breakfast."
Damien started to move.
"No, don't. I want Verbena to serve us in bed."
"But ... "
"She'll do what I ask." Angel slipped out of bed and padded across the floor. She went to the top of the great staircase, leaned over the banister, and called, "Verbena!"
Her companion came out of the kitchen and was started to see her mistress stark naked.
"Angel," she admonished. "What if somebody see yo'?"
"But there's no one in the house except Damien and, after all, you changed my diapers."
"What do' yo' want?"
"I want you to serve us breakfast in bed," said Angel with a tilt of her head. Verbena was reminded of Angel's mother, who also had assumed that haughty stance.
"Breakfast in bed? Now yo' get yo' lazy butt down here and have it in the kitchen wid me, like yo' always do."
Angel leaned further over the balcony and said imploringly, "Oh, please, Verbena. Just this once. It's been so perfect. Please do it just this once."
Verbena clucked her tongue in her cheek and said, "Well, all right, baby, I do it dis time."
Angel ran back to bed and crawled in beside Damien.
"When does your father get back, Angel?"
"Oh, not until the end of the month. We'll have plenty of time together."
"We can't let him find out about this. He'd fire me for sure."
Verbena, looking slightly disgruntled, appeared with a tray of food. She had prepared boiled ackee which had the look and somewhat the texture of the most exquisitely tender scrambled eggs, warm croissants, a pot of steaming Jamaican coffee and a plate of cassava lace cakes with a small jar of honey on the side.
Angel squealed, "Verbena, you're beautiful!"
Verbena grunted and set the tray down on the bed. As she went to open up the blinds, she noted with pleasure the remarkable build on Angel's young man. On the way out the door she dropped her surly tone and said, "Enjoy yo' bickles (food)."
After she left, Damien asked, "How long has she been with you!"
"Ever since I can remember. She took care of me before my mother went away."
"She left your father? I thought she'd died."
"That's what my father says, but she's not dead at all. She's living in New Orleans."
"I get the feeling you don't care for your father much."
"I don't. Do you? How's he to work for?"
"He's tougher than most, but he's a fair man. He pays me a good salary. I rarely see you around the shop anymore."
"My father doesn't like me to go out now that I've grown up. He wants to keep me all for himself."
"I don't blame him."
"But I'm young. I have my own life to lead. It's not fair for him to keep me cooped up here, or always in the company of Verbena. I want to break free and experience things."
"You certainly broke free last night."
After they finished eating, Damien suggested that they take a shower together. That appealed to Angel. The warm water rained over their bodies. Damien took the cake of soap and gently ran it over Angel's soft skin and when he'd finished, he handed it to her and she did the same for him. She marveled at the exciting contours of his youthful male body. How unlike hers, and yet there were certain similarities. She liked his high firm buttocks and the feel of his genitals.
"I want to see you tonight, Angel, after work."
"I'll come pick you up."
They finished their shower, dried each other with soft towels and got dressed. Angel informed Verbena that she was going to drive Damien to Montego Bay. The day was bright and clear and the sun hung in the sky like an overripe orange. As they got closer to Montego Bay, they passed a group of natives who were walking along the side of the road headed for market, carrying their wares on their heads. The children, trailing along behind their mothers, waved at the car as it sped by and Angel waved back. She felt wonderful. Happiness poured out of her body like gentle beams of sunshine. Angel felt relaxed and was excited with her new knowledge of sex.
She pulled the car in front of her father's shop and before Damien could get out, she leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, disregarding the stares of the passersby.
"I'll see you tonight, Damien."
The shop was located near the waterfront and was called Les Bijoux de Mer—Jewels of the Sea—and specialized in fine handcrafted jewelry created by Maxim Leveque. Among his most popular items was a perfect pearl set on a real seashell which had been dipped in gold or a diamond encrusted seahorse or a series of perfect emeralds sprinkled over a platinum facsimile of a piece of coral. His business had made him wealthy and he counted among his customers the most beautiful and wealthy women in the world. Often at the request of his rich patrons he would blend a one-of-a-kind perfume.
Angel, tired of the little-girl clothes she had been forced to wear, decided to go on a shopping spree. She drove the car through the streets and parked it in front of Hattie's, an expensive shop specializing in resort wear and run by a chic, middle-aged woman named Hattie Hill. There was no one in the shop when Angel entered except Hattie—a tall, gaunt woman who affected an English accent.
"Good morning, Angel," she said, surprised at finding the young girl in her shop.
"Good morning, Miss Hill. I need a few outfits. Would it be all right if I picked out what I want and you can send the bill to Daddy?"
"Why, of course, Angel. Anything you like."
Angel spent the morning trying on clothes. After selecting and rejecting, she finally settled on two sundresses, two cocktail dresses, a bikini bathing suit and quite a few accessories. Miss Hill totaled up the bill and Angel signed it. She knew that her father would be angry, but after she'd worn the clothes, she couldn't bring them back.
Angel loaded the packages in her sports car and drove back up the mountainside to Cinnamon Hall. She parked in the circular driveway which was lined with red Poinsettias, ran across the gravel, threw open the door and yelled for Verbena to come help her unload her purchases. Verbena rushed out, wiping her hands on an apron.
"Amassi, yo' been spending yo' daddy's money on heng-pon-taisl (store bought clothes). Don' yo' like de things I sews up for yo'?"
"Of course I do, Verbena, but they're all too little girlish. I wanted some of today's styles. Come, let's go up to my room and I'll try them on for you."
"Yo' father goin' to give you a kas-kas (quarrel)."
"It'll be worth it."
They went to Angel's room and she tried on the dresses for her companion.
"Dey pretty, but dey mighty grown up."
"I've got one more thing, Verbena."
Angel went into the bathroom and changed into the parrot green bikini.
Verbena stood up. "Yo' ain't goin' round in dat?"
"I'm going to take a sunbath by the pool."
The old black woman shook her head. "Yo' sure got a boughta of bubbeys (you sure have an extra helping of breasts)."
Angel gathered up a beach towel and a tube of Bain de Soleil and headed toward the back of the house. The swimming pool was very large and shaped like a lima bean. At the far end of the pool the vegetation was thicker and standing under a grove of banana trees was a white wrought iron gazebo which her mother had imported from France. Angel noticed, standing in the shadows, the young native man named Lucien who worked the grounds of Cinnamon Hall. He was very muscular and the color of ginger. He was the product of a native mother and a seafaring man who never came back.
His strong muscles flexed involuntarily as he gave the gazebo a fresh coat of white paint. Angel waved and called out his name, "Hello, Lucien."
"Hello, Miss Angel."
He looked at her strangely, then Angel realized the reason. She was wearing the brief bikini. She sat down on a chaise lounge and slowly and methodically began to oil her body with the bronze gel, knowing that he was watching her every move. Then she lay back on the chaise and began to wonder what it would be like to have sex with a black man. She wondered if their cocks were the same—bigger? smaller?—and if they tasted as good as Damien's. She vowed she would find out in the near future.
Angel sunned herself until three in the afternoon. Then she went back upstairs to her cool room and took a long nap.
Verbena called her at six. Angel put on a caftan and went downstairs to the kitchen and ate a dinner of baked fish and fresh fruit with Verbena.
"I takes it yo' goin' out tonight," said Verbena after eyeing her young charge, who was eating rather lightly.
"Yes, I'm meeting Damien at eight o'clock. He's going to take me to some of the clubs."
"What's yo' father goin' to say when he find out yo' been goin' to de night clubs?
"He's not going to find out."
"I suppose yo' gonna' wear one of dose skimpy new dresses of yo's?"
"Yes, and perfume."
Angel went upstairs to shower and prepare for her date with Damien. After showering, she wrapped a towel around her ash blond hair and rubbed the body oil she had bought at Hattie's into her skin. It was an exotic scent—a combination of tuber roses and jasmine. She brushed her hair and curled the ends so that it looked less severe. Then she applied her make-up. A glistening pink lipstick and a light violet eye shadow. Her skin had taken on a bronze, translucent glow from the afternoon sun. Angel slipped into a pair of bikini panties, then took the cocktail dress off the hanger and pulled it over her head. It was soft pink in color, sleeveless and backless. The décolletage was dangerously low and the fabric across her breasts showed the outline of her nipples. She put on a pair of T-strap shoes which were almost the same shade as the dress.
Verbena was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Angel posed elegantly at the top against the banister before descending.
"Yo' look mighty beautifully, my Angel."
"I am, aren't I?" she cried with girlish delight and ran down the rest of the stairs.
Angel drove at a fast speed down the mountainside. The wind blew through her ash blond tresses and added to the excited feeling she had of seeing Damien again. He was waiting in front of the shop wearing a forest green safari suit and no shirt. At that moment she thought he was the handsomest man she'd ever seen. She scooted over in the car seat and allowed him to drive.
Damien kissed her on the tip of her nose and said, "You look good enough to eat. I was afraid you weren't going to come. It's way after eight."
"I'm sorry, but of course you knew I'd come. I should have picked you up where you live. But I don't know where you where you live."
"I have some rooms over the Spice Shop."
"The rooms must be filled with delicious smells."
"You smell better. Where would you like to go?"
"Some place that isn't for tourists."
"I'll take you to Le Coq Vert."
"I've heard of it. That's supposed to be a rather wild place."
"Not really. Better class natives go there and white islanders who want to avoid the tourist haunts."
"Why do they call it the Green Cock?"
"There's a belief among some of the natives that if a man owns a green rooster, he will have sexual power for the rest of his life."
"I hope you find one."
They drove away from Montego Bay in the opposite direction from Cinnamon Hall, through the native section of town which consisted of small, ramshackle huts made from tin scraps, Coca Cola signs and bamboo. They started up another mountain and when they reached a plateau, Damien turned off the main road. Low hanging branches barely missed the top of the car.
"I can't imagine a nightclub being up here."
"That's what makes it unique."
Suddenly the vegetation gave way and the club appeared. Angel marveled at the magnificent view which spread nearly three thousand feet below them. At the foot of the mountain lay the village of Montego Bay, its night lights glittering like fallen stars.
"It's beautiful, Damien. I've never been up here before."
He took her hand. "Come, let me take you inside and introduce you to Maman Lousienne. She runs the place."
The Green Cock was a rambling, colonial style, eighteenth century home which had seen better days. The only thing to identify it as a restaurant was a large native painting of a green rooster done on a plank of wood affixed to the entrance way.
When they entered, a fat black woman wearing an improbable orange dress with ruffles in all the wrong places waddled over to them.
"Maman Lousienne," he said, and hugged her. "This is Angel Leveque."
"Yo' mean Maxim's daughter?" the woman whispered.
"The same."
She held out her hand, "Welcome, Angel. Yo' make a beautiful couple. Come, let me show yo' to a nice table." She took them out on the verandah, which overlooked the Caribbean.
"I don't know what to order to drink, Damien. I've never had anything except an occasional glass of champagne or wine on holidays."
"I think you'd like a rum coco." He ordered two rum cocos from the young black waiter.
When the drinks arrived, Angel was delighted. "They're delicious," she said, sipping from the straw which stuck out of the coconut shell.
"Don't drink them too fast or you'll lose control."
"I want to lose control tonight." She kicked off her right shoe and slid her bare foot up Damien's calf.
He glanced down nervously, but realized that the tablecloth was covering the action.
Angel scooted forward in her chair. Her foot slid between his legs and the sole came to rest over his crotch. At her touch his cock began to stiffen in his pants. Angel could feel it growing and it sent shivers of sensual delight through her body.
"Take it out," she whispered.
"Here?"
"Yes!"
He reached down, unzipped his fly and took his large cock and heavy balls out of his pants.
Rubbing her foot over his hot flesh, Angel said lazily, "I think I'll have another rum coco."