room.
When he came to, Louise's watermelons were swinging back and forth over him. "I do believe you've been bit green by the jealous bug." She was laughing and smiling, giving him a loud, slurpy kiss on the mouth. She showed no clue whatsoever she'd been involved in an act of violence only hours before.
"Where's your friend?" he'd asked, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"At the hospital. It was just a scratch, but you should have heard that man carry on. Like a pig with his nuts cut off. You really thought he was hurting me?"
"You were screaming"
"My sweet little baby," she said, gIVIng him another wet kiss. "You'll soon learn when hurt becomes heaven for a woman. I was just starting to enjoy it when you came barging in with my kitchen knife"
Suddenly, he was conscious he was entirely naked. Not a stitch on. He fumbled around, reaching for a faded quilt.
"Don't you go getting modest with me," Louise said. "Always hiding that peter. I ain't never seen it till tonight when I put you to bed."
Embarrassed and ashamed, he muttered to let go and reached for the quilt again.
Her hands snaked down his body, ensnaring the curly hairs of his lower abdomen. "You're becoming a real big boy, real big, and I hadn't even noticed. Imagine that!" She talked to his cock as if it were separate from himself, making cooing sounds. "You like Louise's warm hands on him? Look, he's growing bigger! Now just you lay back and spread your skinny legs"
Numie tried to swallow, but maybe his throat was too dry. It sounded more like a gulp.
'Tonight old Louise is gonna teach you the best lesson a gal can teach a boy. Now, just you relax. 'Cause I'm a gal who likes to take her time. Lazy Louise, they call me."
She'd been in total charge that night. He hadn't really enjoyed anything, but had been completely fascinated, completely under her spell.
After they were through, she wobbled across the floor, giggling and half drunk. She reached for one of her Valentine candy boxes and untied its shiny satin ribbon. "You get first prize tonight, you little mother-fucker," she had said, tying the red ribbon around his cock. Later she slipped the ten-dollar bill under his pillow. 'That's the first time Louise has ever paid for it, but you earned it. It was good having something fresh for a change."
"Stop thinking about sex," Lola said, emerging from the kitchen with a plate of food. For one brief moment, she thought Numie was thinking of some body other than her own.
Numie gulped down the scrambled eggs, then sliced the bacon and tasted Lola's freshly brewed coffee. At least, she was a better cook than Louise. "You sure make good coffee"
"My daddy taught me," she said. 'Taught me a lot of things." Her voice drifted off. It wasn't easy thinking about her old man.
"Where's he now?" Numie asked matter-of-factly, not caring.
"Dead," she said blankly. She barged into the bathroom and stared at her face in the mirror. The results didn't please her at all. Not enough sleep last night. It was hard being a sex object.
Back in the living room, she was rubbing her hands over a wooden Cuban cigar box. "Numie," she said impulsively. 'Would you smoke one of these cigars? They're from Havana."
"A Havana cigar," he said, surprised. "Sur~. I've always heard about them." Taking one from her, he lit it and settled back on the sofa.
She studied him for a long moment. The smell was so familiar. It brought back recent memories of the Commodore, but in some vague and distant way she conjured up her father sitting there. He sure did smoke different from Numie. "Child," she said, jerking the cigar from him, "you just don't know how to smoke"
"Oh, yeah?" he said, resentful. "What do you know about cigars? I thought only dykes smoked them."
"I resent that. For one thing, I just happen to be the daughter of the most famous cigar roller who ever set foot in Tortuga. We used to make our own on this island, I have you know. My daddy came over from Jamaica to work in a factory
When he came to, Louise's watermelons were swinging back and forth over him. "I do believe you've been bit green by the jealous bug." She was laughing and smiling, giving him a loud, slurpy kiss on the mouth. She showed no clue whatsoever she'd been involved in an act of violence only hours before.
"Where's your friend?" he'd asked, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"At the hospital. It was just a scratch, but you should have heard that man carry on. Like a pig with his nuts cut off. You really thought he was hurting me?"
"You were screaming"
"My sweet little baby," she said, gIVIng him another wet kiss. "You'll soon learn when hurt becomes heaven for a woman. I was just starting to enjoy it when you came barging in with my kitchen knife"
Suddenly, he was conscious he was entirely naked. Not a stitch on. He fumbled around, reaching for a faded quilt.
"Don't you go getting modest with me," Louise said. "Always hiding that peter. I ain't never seen it till tonight when I put you to bed."
Embarrassed and ashamed, he muttered to let go and reached for the quilt again.
Her hands snaked down his body, ensnaring the curly hairs of his lower abdomen. "You're becoming a real big boy, real big, and I hadn't even noticed. Imagine that!" She talked to his cock as if it were separate from himself, making cooing sounds. "You like Louise's warm hands on him? Look, he's growing bigger! Now just you lay back and spread your skinny legs"
Numie tried to swallow, but maybe his throat was too dry. It sounded more like a gulp.
'Tonight old Louise is gonna teach you the best lesson a gal can teach a boy. Now, just you relax. 'Cause I'm a gal who likes to take her time. Lazy Louise, they call me."
She'd been in total charge that night. He hadn't really enjoyed anything, but had been completely fascinated, completely under her spell.
After they were through, she wobbled across the floor, giggling and half drunk. She reached for one of her Valentine candy boxes and untied its shiny satin ribbon. "You get first prize tonight, you little mother-fucker," she had said, tying the red ribbon around his cock. Later she slipped the ten-dollar bill under his pillow. 'That's the first time Louise has ever paid for it, but you earned it. It was good having something fresh for a change."
"Stop thinking about sex," Lola said, emerging from the kitchen with a plate of food. For one brief moment, she thought Numie was thinking of some body other than her own.
Numie gulped down the scrambled eggs, then sliced the bacon and tasted Lola's freshly brewed coffee. At least, she was a better cook than Louise. "You sure make good coffee"
"My daddy taught me," she said. 'Taught me a lot of things." Her voice drifted off. It wasn't easy thinking about her old man.
"Where's he now?" Numie asked matter-of-factly, not caring.
"Dead," she said blankly. She barged into the bathroom and stared at her face in the mirror. The results didn't please her at all. Not enough sleep last night. It was hard being a sex object.
Back in the living room, she was rubbing her hands over a wooden Cuban cigar box. "Numie," she said impulsively. 'Would you smoke one of these cigars? They're from Havana."
"A Havana cigar," he said, surprised. "Sur~. I've always heard about them." Taking one from her, he lit it and settled back on the sofa.
She studied him for a long moment. The smell was so familiar. It brought back recent memories of the Commodore, but in some vague and distant way she conjured up her father sitting there. He sure did smoke different from Numie. "Child," she said, jerking the cigar from him, "you just don't know how to smoke"
"Oh, yeah?" he said, resentful. "What do you know about cigars? I thought only dykes smoked them."
"I resent that. For one thing, I just happen to be the daughter of the most famous cigar roller who ever set foot in Tortuga. We used to make our own on this island, I have you know. My daddy came over from Jamaica to work in a factory
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