Chapter 3
Damien called Mama Louisienne and ordered two more rum cocos. When they arrived, Angel put the straw between her lips and sucked until she had finished it.
"I want you to make love to me."
Damien paid the bill and after some difficulty managed to get his cock and balls tucked back into his pants.
"Angel, walk in front of me."
When he got up she stared at the outline of his erect cock, which was clearly visible in the polished cotton pants. She stepped in front of him. He put his arm around her shoulder and they left the Coq Vert. When they reached the sports car, Angel clasped her hand over Damien's crotch and squeezed his thick shaft. She unzipped him and slid her small hand into his pants and emerged holding the thick shaft of Damien's cock.
"I want to suck you, Damien."
"Here?" he asked, glancing around the parking lot.
"There's nobody around. You can watch for anybody coming out of the club."
Damien undid the top of his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He lay his head back against the leather upholstery of the car seat and waited for the inevitable to happen. Angel cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed them lightly. She moved her other hand up and down on his cock and stared at it with fascination. Then she leaned forward. Damien groaned when he felt her breath on his hard flesh. Her beautiful mouth opened and her wet pink tongue darted out to touch the head of his cock.
"I want it in my mouth," she murmured lustfully.
Her lips attached themselves around the head of his cock and she inserted the hot tip of her tongue into the small hole. Then she ran her tongue up and down the full length of his shaft, leaving a small, wet trail.
"Take me, Angel. Take all of me in your mouth."
She opened her mouth wide, pressing his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and slowly forced her head down on it. She squeezed his balls harder as she moved downward, until the head of Damien's cock touched the back of her throat. Slowly she pulled her head back up, exerting a strong sucking pressure. Then she let the head of his cock slide out of her mouth, lapped the tip of it with her tongue, and began her descent once again. Angel began accelerating her movements until Damien's cock felt like it was going to explode.
Damien thrust his pelvis upward, slamming more of the cock down Angel's throat. Damien bit on his lower lip and felt the first surges of an approaching climax begin to gather deep within him. He ran his fingers through Angel's ash blond hair, and as she sucked downward, he fucked upward. She continued moving her head up and down with increased speed and Damien could feel control of his climax slipping away. He held onto it as long as he possibly could, enjoying the wonderful sensation of Angel sucking his cock. But he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed the hair out of her face so he could watch his cock going in and out of her mouth.
"Oh God, Angel, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"
He pushed his hips upward and suddenly it started. Thrashing his head from side to side, he gasped and groaned as the semen began gushing from his cock in hot spurts. Angel held onto the base of his cock as she eagerly sucked the come from his cock and swallowed it. She squeezed his balls and massaged his cock until she had every last drop of his juice. She continued sucking on him until he was limp. Then she lifted her head and pressed her mouth against his. Damien fondled her breasts and was about to untie the straps of her dress when suddenly he saw headlights approaching. They straightened up and Damien started up the motor. Another car entered the parking lot as they drove back over the narrow roadway.
"Goddammit, Angel, I want you, too!"
Damien turned the sports car off the road and drove over clumps of fern until the foliage completely surrounded them. He jumped out of the car, walked around to her side, opened the door and took her by the hand. He led her to the front of the car, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began unzipping the back of her dress.
She said, "Do you want me to take it off, darling?"
"Yes, take it off."
Angel stepped out of her dress. She was wearing nothing but the bikini underwear. His hands slid inside the waistband, and he knelt on the ground pulling her pants down as he did. She kicked them aside and Damien buried his face between her legs and inhaled the warm sweet fragrance of her body.
"Lie down on the hood of the car."
The enamel felt cool and smooth to her body. She looked up through the tops of the trees and saw the man in the moon, who seemed to be smiling at her.
Damien moved her feet up toward her hips and flexed her knees, spreading her legs apart. He bent his head and kissed her flat stomach, driving the tip of his tongue into her navel and gently nibbling her soft skin with his teeth. Angel's body trembled as his lips touched her downy pubic hair and chewed on it. Damien let his lips, tongue and breath caress the lower part of her stomach and suddenly he flicked out his tongue and touched her vulva. Angel cried out and seized the back of his head between her hands and spread her legs wider apart. Slowly she began undulating her hips as she pressed her cunt to his lips. Damien stiffened his tongue as he searched for the opening of her pussy. He rammed his tongue in and out of her hot hole and touched the tip of her clitoris. Angel groaned and smiled at the man in the moon. Damien's mouth and cheeks were wet from his own saliva. He increased his lapping, then paused to bite her clitoris. He caught it between his teeth pressing gently at first, and then harder.
"Damien," she squealed. "It's happening, it's happening."
His fingers dug into the round globes of her buttocks as he lapped at her cunt like a man possessed. Angel screamed as the first wave of orgasm swept over her. The moon seemed to be spinning in the sky and she felt as though she were falling from a great height. She stopped trembling and opened her eyes. This time the man in the moon was winking at her. Damien helped her to her feet and she got back into her dress. They searched for a few minutes, but couldn't find her panties.
"It doesn't matter, Damien. It feels better without them anyway."
They had some difficulty getting back on the road, but managed.
"Where to now, Angel?"
"Let's go back to Cinnamon Hall and go to bed together."
Verbena heard the sound of the tires crunching over the gravel and she knew her mistress was home. She had been sitting on the veranda enjoying her free time. She got to her feet and went to greet them.
"Amassi, it mus' be pas' midnight."
"Don't scold me for being out late. We had a wonderful time."
"Better have de times now befo' de father come back."
"Exactly. Do you know how to make a rum and coco?"
"Yo' wants drinks now? Sure I knows how. Yo' father, he like 'em once in awhile."
"Make two of them, Verbena. We'll be in the gazebo."
The old woman went into the house shaking her head and muttering in Haitian. They walked past the swimming pool toward the white wrought iron gazebo.
"This was my mother's favorite place. She had it brought all the way from France."
The inside of the gazebo was decorated in citrus colors. The night breeze stirred the glass prisms which were hanging from the ceiling along with earthen pots containing curling vines and lacy fern. The gazebo was not wired for electricity. Angel went to a tortoise-shell table. On the top sat a candle encased in emerald green glass. She felt around for a box of kitchen matches and lighted the candle, which lent a slightly mystical glow to the interior of the gazebo. Angel laid down on the chaise lounge and Damien sat beside her. The night air was filled with the scent of the garden flowers and slightly tinged with the odor of the white enamel, which Lucien had used for painting the wrought iron grill work.
"Be careful of the grill work, Damien, it might still be wet. One of the servants was painting it today. Evidently he didn't get finished. I can see where he stopped over there."
She reached out the tip of her finger and touched the paint. It was dry. Angel saw the tall, dark figure of Verbena approaching and got to her feet.
"I'll take them, Verbena."
She held out her hands to receive the tray on which were the coconut shells filled with rum cocos.
"Don't yo' tell yo' Daddy I been fixin' dese things for yo'. He send me back to Haiti fo' sure."
Angel laughed. "I'm not going to tell him anything. Thank you, Verbena."
Angel leaned forward and kissed Verbena on the cheek before she sauntered back to the house.
"You enjoy defying your father, don't you, Angel?"
"Yes, I do," she replied with a sharp edge to her voice. "I've never liked him. We've never gotten along. He's always kept me secluded from other children. I had private tutors who taught me at the house. When I got older he still didn't want me to have friends. It's always been that way ever since my mother left."
"Why did your mother leave him?"
"Because he caught her sleeping with another man. A native who worked for my father."
Damien's eyes stared at her in disbelief.
"It's true. I remember the afternoon. I saw it all. My father killed the man, shot him. I ran onto the balcony and begged him not to. You see, my father was away on business all the time, and my mother, well, she drank a bit, and I guess she was lonely. So she took herself a lover. I didn't understand at the time what they were doing, but I knew every time my father left the island that she would see Touro. He was a magnificent looking man, extremely tall. It seemed to me that he reached the sky."
Angel found herself recalling her mother's lover and thinking about him from a different viewpoint and her mind switched to Lucien, the servant who had been painting the gazebo that afternoon. She suddenly realized why she was attracted to Lucien. He reminded her of Touro. She smiled secretly to herself. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
"A penny for your thoughts," asked Damien.
"They're worth a good deal more than that," she replied slyly. She ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and rubbed the bulge in his trousers.
"God, Angel, you're insatiable."
Damien stood up and started to undo his pants.
"No, not here, Damien. In the house, in my father's room, in the bed he once shared with my mother. The same bed that she shared with Touro, that's where I want you to make love to me."
"But why?"
"Because I just want to."
Angel became excited at the thought and could feel the lips of her cunt tingle and burn.
"Come on. We'll take the rum and cocos with us."
They went up the back stairway which led to the balcony and her father's room. She pushed open the sliding doors to the master bedroom and they went inside. The room smelled musty from not being used. Angel picked up a bottle of one of her father's colognes, a lemon scented mixture that he had concocted for his own use. She pulled down the covers on the bed and sprinkled it over the sheets and flung it into the air until the entire room smelled lemony.
"I feel like we're floating in a cool lemon drink," Angel said.
The two young people undressed and laid down on the huge bed. The headboard had an oval mirror and on either side were intricately carved mermaids with their hands behind their heads.
"Where did you ever get this bed?"
"Another one of my mother's imports."
Angel propped herself up on one elbow and leaned down toward Damien's crotch. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of Damien's prick. His cock began to throb and get erect. She put her hands around it and opened her mouth wide sliding the cock between her lips.
"Jesus, Angel, Jesus."
Once Damien was fully erect, she coated his cock with long wet swipes of her tongue, then lay back on the bed. Damien rolled over, got between her legs and spread her thighs apart. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and moved her pussy to his cock. Her soft vulva was hot and burning and still damp from the licking he had given it on the hood of the car.
His cock easily slid into her moist channel. He thrust his hips forward and Angel let out a loud gasp as he filled her up completely. He moved his hands upward to grip her waist and began undulating his hips. Spreading her legs wider, he lifted her buttocks off the bed and turned her pussy up to his cock while he gradually worked it all the way into her. He began squeezing her full breasts as he pumped his cock in and out of her hot cunt. His cock was in all the way up to the thick part of the base. He lay down on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Angel opened her mouth and Damien slid in his tongue. Damien was fucking her in the mouth with long strokes of his tongue with, the same rhythm with which he was fucking her cunt with his pulsating cock. Damien's tongue probed her mouth and traced the outlines of her teeth and touched the roof of her mouth. Their kissing was frenzied and their saliva mixed. His balls began making a dull slapping sound against the back of her buttocks each time he pressed into her.
"Darling," Angel said pulling her mouth away from his, "let's try it another way."
"All right," Damien replied. "Wrap your arms around my neck and hang on."
Damien rolled over, his cock still embedded in her cunt.
"You sit up over me."
Angel put her hands on his waist and raised herself up until just the head of his cock was still inside her.
"Now slowly take my cock back into you."
"Ah, ah, that's it."
Angel caught on to the new position quickly and began moving up and down on Damien's cock.
"Rotate your hips."
Damien gripped her thighs driving his cock all the way up into her. Angel closed her eyes and savored the sensation that the new position was bringing to her. Damien slid his hand down between her legs. He stroked the parted lips of her cunt and reached inside to finger her clitoris using the same rhythm that his cock was sliding into her. Angel moved up and down more rapidly. Her legs began trembling from the exertion. Damien bucked his ass up and fucked her with long hard strokes as she thrust her pussy down, with driving lunges.
"I'm going to come, Angel! I can't hold it back!" he cried out.
"I am too. I'm commmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggg!"
His semen spurted out in hot thick gushes and he drove it deep into her stomach with pounding thrusts of his cock. Angel wailed as she surged over the peak. Their bodies continued working together as they enjoyed their simultaneous climax. Finally their movements became weaker and she collapsed on top of Damien and wrapped her arms around him and held on until their breathing became normal once again.
"That was fantastic, Damien. How many positions are there?"
"Oh, I don't know. Quite a few."
"I'd like to try them all with you. Each and every one."
"Not tonight, I hope."
"No, not tonight, but there will be other nights."
Angel rolled away from him and his cock came sliding out of her cunt coated with a mixture of their juices. She went to her father's bathroom, got a towel and brought it to him. After mopping him up she went back into the bathroom to rinse her body. When she came back, he was smoking a cigarette. She lay down beside him and fell asleep before he did. He sat finishing his cigarette and watching her sleep, wondering why she wanted to have sex in her father's bed.
The next morning after showering, they had breakfast in the kitchen with Verbena. Then Angel drove Damien down the mountainside so he could change clothes and go to work.
"Will I see you tonight, Angel?"
"I'll call you later, Damien. I'm not sure what my plans are yet."
"Try to be free," he pleaded.
"I'll try."
As Angel started up the mountainside, her mind raced. She was delighted in her new sexual experiences. Damien was a marvelous lover, or so she supposed. After all, she had no way of knowing if other men were better or not. She thought once again of her mother's lover Touro and also of Lucien who would surely be painting the gazebo that afternoon. She was intrigued with the thought of going to bed with a black man. Her mother had done it and enjoyed it. Why not her? After all, she was her mother's daughter. She decided she would lie by the pool that afternoon and see what developed.
She changed into her bikini and went downstairs and into the kitchen. She asked a young servant girl named Calinda if she knew where Verbena was.
"She done gone into town to do some shopping, Miss Angel. Roose done take her."
Roose was an old family servant who acted as her father's chauffeur and also helped around the garden. Verbena and he fought continually, but it was good-natured fighting. Every so often, Verbena would coerce Roose into dressing in his ill-fitting chauffeur's outfit and drive her into Montego Bay to do shopping. Verbena always got very dressed up and, of course, sat in the back of the car as if she were the mistress of Cinnamon Hall. Angel knew that she would be gone the entire afternoon. Besides shopping, Verbena liked to visit her friends in the native quarter and often would see an old Voodoo woman named Maman Lala for advice and consultation.
Angel was practically alone. Calinda would be doing chores in the house the entire day. And Lucien was the only other servant. Angel stopped long enough to get two glasses and a pitcher of limeade from the refrigerator. She saw Lucien, shirtless, painting the gazebo. She waved to him and went to lie down on a chaise lounge which was the closest to the gazebo. She could feel him staring at her and she decided to do something very outrageous. She slipped her hands behind her and untied the top of her bikini and pulled it off. Then she took the suntan lotion, squeezed some of it into her hands and rubbed it over her white breasts. She turned her head toward him and looked through her dark sunglasses.
Lucien had stopped painting and was staring at her, his eyes burning like hot coals. He had set aside the paint brush and was running his hand over the crotch of his white cotton pants. Angel could see the outline of his cock clearly even from her distance. Her nipples tingled, her pussy ached and she knew that she had to have him. She had to find out what it was all about with black men. What had turned her mother on.
"I'll have to be forward," she said to herself. "After all, Lucien wouldn't dare touch me." She decided not to put back on the top of her bikini. She picked up the pitcher of limeade and a glass and brazenly walked toward the gazebo. When Lucien saw her coming, he turned away, busying himself with his painting. As she walked into the gazebo, she saw the muscles on Lucien's back become tense.
"That's hot work, Lucien. Would you like some of my limeade?"
Without turning, he replied, "I guess I would, Miss Angel."
She poured a glass of limeade and walked over to him.
"Here," she said, pressing the cool glass against his back.
There was nothing he could do. He had to turn around. His eyes practically bulged out of his head when he saw that she hadn't put on her bikini top. He took the glass and tried very hard not to stare at her luscious breasts, but he couldn't stop himself. Angel glanced down and saw that his huge cock was sticking straight out, making a tent in the loose fabric of his pants.
"Do you want me, Lucien?"
"How yo' mean, Miss Angel?"
"You know how I mean. Do you want my body? Do you want to make love to me? Do you want to fuck me?"
He glanced down at his feet and shifted from side to side.
"Because that's all right, Lucien, because I want you too. In fact, I want you very much."
She took the glass of limeade from his hands and set it down on the table. Then she stepped close to him until the tip of his cock brushed against his thighs. She reached down and rubbed her hand over it. It was bigger than Damien's and thicker and she wanted to see what it looked like.
"Verbena is gone for the afternoon. Roose has taken her shopping, Lucien. There's no one in Cinnamon Hall except for Calinda and she'll be busy in the house all day long."
"What if yo' father find out?"
"How would he find out? I'm not going to tell him and I'm sure you won't."
Angel undid the side ties of her bikini and it fell to the floor. Lucien stared hungrily at the soft blond "V" of hair between her legs. Then she untied the string which was holding up Lucien's pants. They fell down and his cock flopped free. It was huge. Larger than her father's and Damien's. She estimated that it was between eight and nine inches long. It was hard, angry looking, and laced with bulging veins which stood out pink against the ginger color of his shaft. His balls were huge, too, and hung low. Angel had the desire to touch them, to weigh them in her hand, and she did. She pressed her body against his cock, rubbing her pussy mound against it, back and forth, all the time whispering to Lucien, "I want you to do it, Lucien. I want you to. Father will never find out, I promise you."
She ran her fingers over his naked body, caressing him where he was most sensitive. Her eyes glowed lustfully as she taunted him. Lucien reached out with his strong arms and pulled her even closer, running his hands over her yearning breasts. His hands roamed over her sides, her waist, her stomach, her flaring hips and then over her round buttocks and back up to her breasts. Angel slid her hands around his neck and slowly pulled him down to the floor of the gazebo. They lay facing each other and she felt his fully erect prick poke at her moist mound. His left hand caressed one of her breasts while his other hand fondled her buttocks.
"I want it, Lucien, I want it!"
"Yo' so beautiful, Miss Angel."
His hands moved slowly down her back, over her spine to the twin globes of her firm ass. She sighed at his touch and felt him easing her buttocks in order to move her pussy mound closer to his hard cock.
"Do it," she begged, "please do it to me. Fuck me!"
She pressed her lips against his lips, spearing her tongue between his parted lips, trembling as his hands moved over her, feeling every curve of her young, ripe body. He looked at her with slitted eyes, and his breathing became more rapid. She parted her thighs and quickly caught his hard cock in their satiny warmth. He cupped the cheeks of her buttocks and squeezing them hard, he dragged his fingers teasingly along the crease until they came in contact with her soft blond pubic hair curling around her yearning slit. He pressed his finger between the warm lips of her vagina and Angel's hips jerked spasmodically. He turned her over on her back and his hands traveled over every swell and indentation of her pink glowing body. Angel mewed like a kitten as his hands moved over her. Her body was burning with desire and the hot flame of lust burned her thighs and her extended nipples. Her cunt was now the searing core of her need.
"Do it, Lucien," she commanded, "do it now!"
She smashed her lips against his and he felt the rigid thrust of her tongue as it shot into his mouth. His hands parted her thighs wider and he felt the heat and moisture of her pulsating slit. Her arms reached up and pulled him down closer to her unresisting thighs, to the wet throbbing core of her cunt.
"Put it in, Lucien," she said urgently.
Lucien gasped as her hand slid between their bodies and grasped his cock. Her hand began to move slowly up and down on his shaft, making him groan and twitch his hips. Her fingers tortured his hard cock and he felt the brush of her damp cunt hair as she rubbed the head of his cock against it.
Lucien did not rush. He didn't want to hurry the final thrust. He delayed the final plunge that would join them together and fuse them into a wet, pulsing mating of mistress and servant.
"Now, Lucien, now!"
She arched her body up against him. He continued hovering over her, delaying the final downward slam of his body. She grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed them hard.
"Fuck me," she pleaded with a desperate edge to her voice.
Lucien shifted his body and fit himself directly between her open thighs. He took his cock in his hand and guided it into her parted vaginal lips with one long, slow, smooth stroke.
"Oh, that's it!" Angel cried out.
His cock moved into the warm cave of her vagina, and the wet walls of her cunt clasped him moistly and firmly. Angel wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pushing her full breasts against his muscular chest. Angel began moaning and thrashing under him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her passion so full and burning that it overcame her relative lack of experience. Lucien had never in his life felt such an impassioned response, and it made him want to please her even more. Their heaving bodies were slick with a film of perspiration as they labored together with inspired gyrations. They raced wildly toward the final crashing climax, fucking each other like two people who had gone mad. He drove his jabbing cock in and out of her young cunt up to the hilt. His heavy balls slapped resoundingly against her heaving ass and each jab of his cock brought a mewing sound from her. Twisting and writhing beneath him, she was unable to control the desire which now possessed her. Angel's lips curled back over her white teeth and she hung onto him desperately. Her nails raked over his back and her fingers dug into his buttocks as he pounded up and down over her thrashing body. A wet, sucking sound filled the gazebo as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. They were both slippery with sweat, and it added to the excitement of their bodies touching, needing, rubbing.
"Faster, Lucien, faster!" she gasped. She was close to orgasm and he was close to his.
"Now," she screamed hotly, "now!"
She squealed and locked her legs around his heaving ass, thrashing at him with total abandon. She arched her pelvis and held on tight as she felt the hot drive of his come spurting into her climaxing cunt. He gripped the cheeks of her ass and cried out, tears streaming down his face. He viciously rammed his cock home, emptying a huge load of sperm inside her. Angel whimpered and held on to Lucien, feeling as if she were going to die at any second, and finally it was over. He lay on top of her exhausted, their bodies throbbed and they gasped for breath. Slowly he rolled off her and lay on the floor sucking in air.
Angel took his hand in hers and said, "Come, Lucien, let's go for a swim in the pool."
He allowed himself to be led to the edge of the pool. Laughing, she pushed him in and jumped in after him. They splashed each other and played in the water like children.
Half hidden in the shade of a banana tree stood Calinda. She had been washing the upstairs windows when she had seen Angel remove her bikini top and walk toward the gazebo. The servant had left her work, crept out of the house and hidden in the dense vegetation near the gazebo and watched the couple on the floor.
Calinda was an unattractive girl with a flat face and a narrow bony body. She had wanted Lucien herself and had made several overtures to him, but he had brushed her aside. Now he was pleasuring her mistress. She stared at them and felt a bitter hatred creep over her. She had seen them. She knew their secret and that secret might be worth something ... some day.