The hot lips slobbered over Carmine's black tits as she maneuvered herself up against the fat, white body. Her long black legs gleamed in the half light of the room, as the fat white man moved his hulk against her and ran his soft hand up the smooth black thigh to the thick, curly cunt hair.
"You doll," the fat white man whispered hoarsely. "I'll do it right by you, you'll see. I'll do it right."
"Damn right you will," Carmine said as she spread her black thighs apart and permitted two long white fingers to reach into her. "You'll do it right or you won't get any more of this." She spread her legs wider and gyrated her hips. "Come on fat man, do it to me!"
"Oh please, Carmine, please! Let me enjoy you." The fat man slid his thick fat fingers around her pussy lips causing them to moisten. He pushed his mouth back down to the grayish breast and suckled steadily.
Carmine reached her jet black hand down to the aging white cock. She gripped it, trying to coax more blood into it, trying to get it harder.
"You do okay for a fifty-year-old man.
You've got a pretty well-preserved ding dong."
"Oh Carmine, you're so beautiful. I want you so much!" The fat man continued to slobber on Carmine's well-formed tits.
He clutched frantically at her body, smothering her lean form with his. He pulled his fingers out of her and moved his bulk completely on top of the black girl, completely concealing her from sight.
"Oh Carmine, you're just so beautiful, honey."
The fat man's cock plunged blindly between the black thighs, ensnaring itself in the thick pussy hair, but then jabbing again and finding the wet slit. Black, lean legs suddenly shot out from both sides of the fat white hips and jutted in the air. They came to rest on the soft, flabby-veined rear as it humped slowly up and down.
"You feel good, Fat Man. I didn't think you could do me this good."
"I'm great, baby. I said I'd do good by you and I'm doin' it, ain't I?"
"Ohhh, Fat Man, you do feel good!" The thick, white cock moved steadily and deliberately in the black woman's cunt, working it into a soft swirl of tingling flesh. Carmine's juices flowed freely and ran out, dripping down between the crack of her black ass.
Fat Man's soft lips buried themselves in Carmine's kinky, black hair and quietly but steadily gasped for more air. He hugged her desperately, savoring the muscled body and shiny black skin that rubbed against him.
He felt his dick begin to tingle as the black cunt monstrously squeezed it. He felt his milky sperm shoot into her, hitting deep into the depths of her pink insides.
Carmine's cunt squeezed on the thick dick. Her cuntlips lapped it as it continued to move in and out. The dick slowed as it shot its stuff and became soft. The cuntlips, slimy now, continued to suck at the dick as the spasm ebbed.
The fat man rested on top of Carmine. His bulk was almost too much for her slim, black body to bear, but she enjoyed the softened dick still filling her and the cushioned softness of the fat body smothering her.
She adjusted her legs to make the dick fit more snugly. She lay still but jerked her head up as she heard the big man start to snore.
"Oh no you don't! I've got to get out of here," Carmine said in a loud voice. The big man awoke with a start.
"What? Wha? Oh come on, baby, we've got the whole night ahead of us. You can't run out on me now."
"Oh yes I can. You said just once, not the whole night."
"But come on, have a heart, Carmine."
"Sorry, big boy," Carmine said, struggling out from under the big man. "I've got to get going. I've got to show the boys the contract." She rolled away from the man and stood up briskly. Her long, smooth body rippled and shone as she walked across the darkened office to get her clothes.
"You said we'd get fifty percent of the gate. Is that right?" she continued.
"Yeah, that's right," Fat Man said as he rolled over on his back, his limp dick dangling down between his fat thighs. "But don't think I'm going to put up the dough for everything from now on. It's just this concert, and if all goes well, we can work out another one. I ain't in this business to lose money, you know."
"Yeah, I know all about it, Fat Man." Carmine slid on her ruffled panties and pulled on her bell bottom trousers.
Fat Man puffed on a cigar as he watched her dress. She didn't bother to wear a bra and buttoned up her pink blouse right over her bare breasts. She switched on the desk lamp and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through the material.
Fat Man continued to he on the couch. "You arrange the date and place for us and we'll be practicing. It'll be the best damn rock and roll show you ever saw."
"I hope so for your sake," Fat Man said.
Carmine walked over to him. "Say, you did okay for an old guy. I would never have let you do it, but you seemed sincere when you said it was all part of the bargain. You're okay after all." She grabbed his cock as she spoke. "Maybe, if necessary, we can do it again sometime."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"But first we'll have to see how the show goes, big boy." Carmine skipped to the office door laughing, her tits bouncing up and down. "You keep in touch now, you hear?"
She ran out slamming the door behind her, leaving Fat Man to dream about her. "Boy, I bet I'm the best chick he's had in a long time. That old lecher probably ain't screwed anybody in weeks. Well, it's all part of show business, I guess. Wait'll I tell the guys about the contract."
Carmine rushed out the front of the office building and hailed a cab. 'Twenty-third and third," she told the driver as he sped away.
She rested her head on the back seat and thought about her group and about the contract she just managed to get. There were four people in the group-a drummer, a lead guitar, a bass guitar, and herself, the singer. They were pretty good. They had been together over a year now and this was going to be their first big break. They would do a great job at the concert. They would be famous.
Carmine looked out the window as the cab moved past rows of dilapidated buildings. She was a pretty black girl, one who loved to sing and shake her body around. She was perfect for a rock and roll band. Everywhere they played the guys loved her. She shook her tits at them and flashed her eyes. And when she bellowed into the mike, they completely lost their minds.
There were always a bunch of creeps around her after each gig, trying to get her number. They all wanted to get a little of her tight black ass. She did make herself up to be sexy, though. She really couldn't blame those guys for wanting her so bad.
Her long, lean body combined with her well-shaped tits were enough to arouse any guy that saw her. She was tall, about five-foot seven inches, and her legs were long, like those of a runner. Her arms also hung low by her sides, and when she moved wildly about, she looked like a shadowy spider. Her arms and legs were jet black while her softer parts such as her breasts and her buttocks were lighter.
She loved to wag her ass at the white boys. She enjoyed putting them uptight and then finally yielding to one of them. It was like dangling a piece of chocolate candy in a child's face and then finally letting him grab it and stuff it in his mouth. She loved that tiny white cock that would poke into her.
White boys had such anemic looking dicks. But they were so gentle. A big black buck might ram a giant rod into you and fill you to the hilt, but the petite white dicks were gentler and softer. They didn't hurt as much. They seemed more refined, not like the organ of a wild beast. She liked white guys and picked their dicks carefully.
The cab pulled up to a dark building. "Keep the change," Carmine said as she handed die driver a dollar bill.
She got out of the car and looked up to see if the lights were on in Eddie's loft. They were supposed to be there. Usually the band practiced tonight.
"Eddie!" she screamed upward. "Eddie, are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Come on up," a voice screamed as there was some rustling at the window on the fourth floor.
Carmine skipped into the building and into the old freight elevator. The thing lumbered slowly upward toward the fourth floor loft where Eddie, the drummer, and Butch, the lead guitar player, lived. They also used it as a place to rehearse their songs. It was a dingy looking place with paint peeling off the walls.
Carmine got out of the elevator and walked into the loft. "Guess what, guys? We're in the gravy now. My charm and a little extra persuasion pushed the fat man over the brink. He's agreed to finance a concert."
"Really?" Eddie exclaimed, throwing down the guitar he had been quietly strumming and rushing up to Carmine. "That's fantastic! This could be the thing we've been waiting for!"
"That's right, Eddie boy. Things are looking up." Carmine walked wearily over to the ragged couch that Eddie used as a bed and flopped down on it.
"I'm tired," she said to him. "It was no easy task to get that contract. The big boy wanted ass as a prerequisite and I gave it to him. It was all in the line of duty, I suppose. You guys better appreciate that and realize what I've got to go through for this dumb band. We've got to do a good job. Where's butch?"
"He went down to get a sandwich. The corner grocery is still open. Listen, what were the terms? Are we going to make any bread?"
"Yeah, everything will be okay. When Butch gets back I'll explain the whole thing. He keeps the books and he can keep track of all the financial details. Now we've got to get more serious about our rehearsing. We're going to have to get together at least three times a week."
"Yeah great, I mean, that's cool."
Eddie stood near one of the two big windows facing the street and thumped the wall nervously. He was a small guy, about five-five with dark black hair and beady eyes. His limbs were short and chunky and he seemed to be always hungering after girls. Even now he stared at Carmine's nipples as she spoke. He wanted to get into her pants but she never let him.
"It would be bad for the group," she always said. Strange, she always let other guys fuck her.
Eddie's every waking moment not spent practicing the drums was spent dreaming about girls. He wanted all kinds of girls-black ones, white ones, fat ones, skinny ones, dancers, and cripples. It didn't matter to him. They all had cunts and he loved them.
His unquenchable lust seemed to stem from a sexually deprived childhood. The girls ignored him when he was in high school, but he was now going to make up for lost time. Besides, a rock and roll star should have no trouble gathering a fine crop of chicks. He couldn't wait.
"Man oh man," Eddie said, starting to sweat and immediately walking over to his drum set. "This could be something really great. Carmine, how big do you think we can get and all? I mean, with you a spade chick singer and all. They should be wild about us, right?"
"Should be," Carmine said, shutting her eyes and resting her head on the back of the tattered couch. "We should go all the way."
"Carmine, honey, how about you and me going out and celebrating. This has got to be one of our biggest nights," Eddie said as he rushed over to her, unable any longer to contain himself from those mysterious looking nipples which protruded persistently from the soft underpart of her blouse. He flung himself beside her on the couch and placed his stubby hand on her crotch. "Oh Carmine, you look tough tonight!"
"Get the hell off me, Eddie! Stop this screwing around." Carmine got up irritably from die couch and stood a few feet from him. "Let's be serious for once, Eddie. We've got a lot of work to do."
"Oh come on, Carmine. You look so nice tonight, and besides, don't you want to celebrate?"
"Well maybe, but not with you. You've got plenty of broads to celebrate with. Go use one of them."
"But Carmine, you're the prettiest chick I know. And I want a singing spade chick to celebrate with, not just any old broad."
"Oh, cut the shit," Carmine said disgustedly, turning from Eddie and walking to the windows at the far side of the room. "Where the hell is Butch?"
Eddie resigned himself to Carmine's rejection and slumped on the couch, quietly rubbing his crotch. His cock bulged beneath it as he stared at Carmine's puffy buttocks. It was well outlined beneath her tight pants. He noted her small back and the way it tapered so demurely to her waist. He was about ready to approach her again when the door suddenly opened.
"Well Butch, nice of you to return," Carmine said as she turned and looked at him. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, ah, this is Joyce. I met her down at the grocery store. She says she's a big music fan and really digs music. I thought I would invite her up to see the place. Uh, Joyce, that's Carmine our singer, and that's Eddie over there, the drummer."
"Sayyy," Eddie said, getting up and rushing quickly over to Joyce. "It's nice you could come around. I never saw you around here before." He quickly grabbed her hand and led her to the couch.
"Well," Joyce began, "I haven't been here too long. I'm trying to get into music and in the meantime I'm working as an assistant bank clerk. I just couldn't permit myself to starve to death. Maybe you guys know somebody who could help me out. Butch told me that you're a really established group around here. I mean, you know, you're really into it."
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Butch told you right. We are really into it. You just stick with us and you'll have nothing to worry about. Hey, where did you get those fancy clothes? That's a real fine shirt you've got on. Hey, let me try it."
Butch and Carmine looked helplessly on while Eddie went through his new-found role as rock star lady killer. Joyce giggled as he unbuttoned her shirt and took it off her. She sat there in her leather mini-skirt and bra with her legs crossed as she listened, fascinated, to Eddie's come-on.
"Eddie's gone off his rocker," Carmine said to Butch who stood and stared at the half naked female.
"Uhh yeah, I guess so," Butch answered, not taking his eyes off the girl's tits which bulged out over her black bra.
"Well anyway, Butch, in case you're interested, we got the contract."
"Wow, that's great!" Butch said, turning his eyes for the first time from the luscious chick on the couch, still being amused by Eddie. "When is it?"
"Well, we won't know for a week or so. It'll probably be in about a month. If we go over big, we can really be in the money, you know, records, TV, everything. But we got to get our thing together. I mean, we've really got to get down to some serious practicing."
"Yeah sure," Butch said. "I know what you mean." His eyes were again turned to Joyce.
Eddie now had his hand on her thigh below the edge of her leather skirt and was staring into her eyes. Joyce was thrilled. She'd obviously never been approached so vigorously by a real rock star. It was all so exciting.
"The terms are fifty percent of the gate," Carmine continued, trying to ignore the action across the room, "and I guess you'll keep track of the finances, right Butch?"
"Oh, ah, right," Butch answered vacantly. He was absorbed in the flesh of the female's thick thigh. He brought her here and he was going to have her. Eddie wasn't going to cash in on his find. "Yeah, well Carmine, that's swell. Uh, can we discuss this tomorrow? There's something I have to attend to right now."
"Sure, go right ahead," Carmine screamed. "What difference does the concert make?" She leaned disgustedly against the wall as Butch rushed over to the couch where Eddie was already completely engrossed with getting his hand up Joyce's skirt.
"Eddie please," Joyce giggled. "Your hands are so cold." Joyce only gave token resistance to Eddie's advances.
She spread her legs willingly as he pushed his hand up under the leather skirt and gripped the fleshy white thighs. They felt hot and he continued his probe until his hand reached the meeting of her thighs at her wet cunt.
"Stick with me, Joyce, and I'll teach you to play the drums," Eddie said as he gave Joyce a peck on the nipple while his hand was wedged between her soft thighs.
"Eddie, you're so funny. I can't play the drums, but you'll give me a chance to sing, won't you?"
"Oh yes, Joyce, oh yes." Eddie kissed her hard on the mouth and reached behind her to unsnap her black bra. Joyce was a heavy girl with thick thighs and large breasts. She was well dressed, and that's probably the reason Butch was attracted to her. He was a fanatic on clothes. He always wore the latest styles and was very conscious of how things fit him and other people. Joyce was a perfect match for him with her snug fitting leather skirt and her light purple shirt with green fringes.
Butch was beside Eddie and Joyce in a flash. He reached around and fondled her fat tit. "Don't forget me, Joyce. I'm the one who brought you here."
Joyce pulled her head away from Eddie's lips and turned half way to him. "I didn't forget you, doll. I knew you were here all along."
Butch sat behind Joyce and unsnapped her bra while Eddie kissed her again from the front. He pushed her backward onto Butch's lap as the bra loosened and fell down her arms, freeing giant white breasts, spilling them all over her chest. Joyce's head rested on Butch's cock, hard now beneath his pants. He clutched both her tits as Eddie struggled to get her legs up on the couch.
"Don't be rough. I'm a delicate girl."
"We know what we're doin', Joyce. You'll get the finest treatment." Eddie spoke to her gently as he pulled both her heavy, smooth legs onto the couch beside him and unfastened the zipper on the side of her leather skirt. "This is quite a garment," Eddie said as he tugged at the snap.
"Be careful, don't break it," Joyce said, suddenly lifting her head from Butch's lap to inspect what Eddie was doing.
"Here, let me do it for you." She quickly got up and with a quick motion, unfastened the skirt and stepped out of it. She flung it to the far side of the couch. "How's that?"
"Great!" said Eddie, staring wide-eyed at grayish cunt hairs that were barely visible through the light blue panties.
Joyce's thighs puffed out around her cunt in pure white rolls. Her skin was so pale that one could almost see the veins underneath. Her cheeks were flushed and nipples hard as she stood before the two guys in only her panties.
Her breasts bulged on her chest and invited a hard touch. Butch's hand reached for a large purple nipple as Eddie tore at the panties. They slid down the bulky thighs like they were greased, and Eddie was instantly on his knees investigating the dark, hairy spot with his tongue.
Joyce's eyes shut tight and her legs parted slightly to permit Eddie's head to have a little space. She leaned forward and rested her heavy breasts in Butch's hands.
Carmine stood on the other side of the room the whole time, watching the spectacle. "What novices, what children," she thought to herself. "Well, we all have to learn some place."
She watched the white girl from behind, noting her fat buttocks and her thick legs. She thought of her own lean, black body and wondered who the guys would choose if they had a choice-this chubby Joyce, or her with her shiny black skin and long limbs.
She watched the heavy white buttocks and thick thighs shake lightly from the reaction to Eddie's probing tongue. Carmine saw her lean forward and fall into Butch's arms. She could see Eddie's whole face now, his tongue sticking out its whole length up into the white girl's crack. The sensations had overwhelmed her and Butch supported her full weight by resting her tits in his hands.
Carmine walked up behind Joyce as Eddie's tongue still worked in her. She had never touched a fat white female ass before. It looked so fragile. She reached out with her dusky palm and gripped Joyce's warm, soft buttocks in her hand. It felt nice to her, almost comforting. She could understand why a guy might like that sort of thing. It was delicate and soft. How could Eddie want her if he liked this soft white chick so much?
She continued to squeeze the ass and notice the smooth skin on the back before backing away. She began to feel sorry she hadn't given in to Eddie earlier. She began to get jealous.
Carmine immediately raised her proud head and walked toward the door. "I'll see you boys tomorrow. You should've had your fill by then."
Neither Eddie or Butch bothered to look up as she left. Eddie continued hungrily to gobble Joyce's succulent pussy while Butch was content to support and fondle her huge breasts.
He let her head fall to his lap and then unzipped his pants, freeing his hard dick. It popped out and sprang up toward her face. She lunged for the thing like a fish to bait and stood sucking on it while her hips gyrated and pussy juice ran from the corners of Eddie's mouth.
Carmine walked angrily down the stairs, swaying her high asscheeks as she moved. She had never felt so left out of things, especially on this night when she really had something to celebrate. She wanted a nice white dick in her, a dick of someone she liked. She didn't want to be part of an orgy, not tonight, anyway. Tonight was something special.
She walked out the front of the old building and into the cool night air. Her nipples immediately hardened in reaction to the sudden gust of cold air. Carmine regretted that she hadn't brought a sweater. She walked quickly down the street looking for a cab that would take her back to her one room apartment on the other side of town.
Her white eyes flashed in the night and her black skin blended into the black air. She looked beautiful as she strolled along in the night like some lithe African creature waiting to be tamed. She thought of her band and what children they were. No wonder she felt out of place among them.
She was almost twenty-three and both those guys weren't even twenty yet. They were still looking for all the pussy they could eat. She needed some discerning males, some that appreciated the fineness of her form, the sleekness of her skin.
She moved gracefully out onto the avenue and held her hand out for a cab. The big white dick would have to wait for another occasion. She was tired and needed to sleep alone tonight.
CHAPTER TWO
BILLY'S BLUES
"Riiinng! Riiinng!" the phone blared, jarring Billy's skull to new heights of pain.
"Yeah, yeah, what is it?" he said sleepily into the receiver, softly cursing the moron who would dare call him before twelve noon.
"Hello Billy, Eddie here. Listen, we've got this great chick over here. Butch brought her home last night and now she says she wants to live here! I thought maybe you might want to come over and get a little action before she decides to change her mind. She thinks we're going to let her sing."
"No, no thanks, Eddie. I'm not up to it right now. Thanks anyway."
"Sure Billy, I understand. Well, in case you didn't know it, Carmine managed to get us a contract for a big concert. We got to start getting our shit together. She'll probably be calling you about rehearsals and things."
"Yeah, that sounds groovy. I think I can do it."
"Okay, well, I'll be seein' you soon then."
"Right. So long Eddie."
"Yeah, so long."
Billy hung up the phone and rolled over in the bed. His head pounded like a bell gong. He rolled over roughly and yanked the covers off the pretty blonde who lay next to him.
"Come on, Billy. What'd you do that for?"
"Oh shut up," Billy murmured to her, burying his head in the pillow, trying to crush out the throbbing in his skull.
"Billy, please," the blonde voice whimpered again, her long-fingered hands reaching out to pull the blanket. They tugged helplessly until Billy's grip loosened.
She slid the cover back over her blonde, shapely form and snuggled up against Billy's back.
"Come on honey, do you want me to get you some hot coffee?"
"No, leave me alone," Billy said gruffly.
She reached around him and stroked his stomach with her sensitive fingers. "Just go to sleep, baby. You've got to sleep it off. No one can drink as much as you and not have a splitting headache the next day. It's a wonder you're not dead."
Billy began to snore again as the pretty hand stroked his chest and mingled with his chest hairs. He felt her pull them lightly, causing him a slight pain, but it felt delicious compared to what was happening in his head. The dull pounding head throb seemed to be cut into by the sharp pains of the hair pulling.
Billy felt better as the pain dissipated. He lapsed into strange, color-filled dreams and recalled something about a phone call and a concert or something or other. His mind seemed to jell together the pounding headache and the phone call memory.
Voices called to him and beckoned him. He stumbled about in his dream, reaching out for phone calls and feeling the tickling of someone's palm on his chest.
"Oh Billy, just take it easy, doll. I'll fix you something nice and hot."
Billy awoke at the sound of the voice and looked around. He watched the pretty blonde thing gracefully slide out of his bed and move across the littered floor to the stained sink. She filled a kettle full of water. He watched her naked form, her beautifully rounded buttocks, and her finely tapered legs. His cock began to harden and pushed up the blanket that lay loosely over him.
"Come here," Billy said suddenly, forgetting his head pains.
"What do you want, Billy? I'm fixing you some coffee."
"I want you," Billy said, grabbing her delicate arm and yanking her into the bed with him.
He threw off the blanket and pulled the small blonde on top of him. His giant cock jutted up between her legs. He put his big stubby hands on her milk white buttocks and massaged the soft flesh. "Do you ever have enough?" the blonde asked Billy quietly, kissing him on the lips.
"Of course not, honey. But what do you care? I'm paying for it." Billy kissed her hard on the mouth now, biting her very red lips and jamming his big tongue all the way into her mouth.
"Mmmm," the blonde said, sucking in turn on Billy's tongue. She kissed him back, twisting her head from side to side so he could get a better taste of her. She then pulled her face from his and pulled her knees up toward his chest on the bed beside him.
She raised herself slightly in this squatting position and maneuvered his tall cock so it pointed straight up beneath her pussy hole. She settled slowly on the long shaft as it slid in her, jamming her up all the way to the end of her tunnel.
"You're so warm, honey," Billy said, closing his eyes and beginning to thrust upward with his bony hips.
She rested her face beside his on the pillow and pushed the bone of her cunt into his pubis. She pushed hard, rotating it constantly and moving to meet his cock thrusts.
"Crush me, Billy. Crush me!" she screamed as her rounded hip motions became wilder and more uncontrolled.
Billy quickly flipped the small blonde on her back, and with his cock still in her, slammed his full two hundred forty pounds onto her small frame.
"Ohh, that's it, Billy. Ram me, ram me!" The honey blonde pushed her pussy skyward as best she could under the crushing pressure of Billy's hulk. She ended up squirming under him, squeezing his giant cock with her well-exercised and experienced pussy muscles.
The giant rod bulged within her as Billy slid the monster in and out, plunging fervently back and forth in her tiny, slippery hole. She felt his cock grow bigger inside her. She felt the fat tip ramming her end deep within her innards, almost hurting her.
Suddenly, the pussy muscles that surrounded the cock began to contract and squeeze the large organ. At the same time she felt the monster dick grow phenomenally big and burst forth inside her with great gobs of sperm.
"That was nice," Billy said, panting and resting his big bulk as lightly as he could on the small female. "I really liked it."
Billy rested as the lady beneath him breathed hard, pushing him slightly with her downy breasts each time she inhaled. Billy closed his eyes and felt the pounding headache begin again, first in the very front of his brain, and then slowly back toward his temples.
"Ohhh, it's back again."
"What, honey?" the blonde said sweetly.
"My head. Ohh!" Billy continued to groan and rolled off the shapely woman.
"I'll get you your coffee," the blonde said, lifting her feet off the bed and sitting there for a second watching the big man. "What was that phone call about before, Billy? Was it anything important?"
"Huh? What phone call?" Billy held his forearm over his eyes and groaned quietly as he spoke.
"The phone call, don't you remember?"
"Ohh, I think I do. I don't know what it was about. Something about a rehearsal with the band. They'll call back."
The blonde woman got up and moved across to the stove. Her fluffy white breasts bounced ever so softly as she walked and her blonde pussy hair glistened with the excess come that dripped from her pussy opening.
"Want some coffee?"
"Yeah, thanks," Billy said. "Can you bring it over here?"
"Sure honey. Just stay where you are. I don't want you to hurt your head none."
The prostitute brought Billy a steaming cup of coffee. She sat on the bed beside him as he gulped it.
"I don't think I can give you more than ten dollars today," Billy said to the pretty woman as he stared into her eyes. She had brown eyes. The hair on her head and pussy were bleached.
"That's okay, Billy. But you got to have it for me next time. I use up a lot of time staying here all night with you. I could be making big money."
"I know, honey. I'll have it for you. Listen, is there anything to drink around? I could use a little swig of something."
"Nope, nothing that I can see," the blonde woman said as she walked over to the one tattered chair in the room and got her clothes. "You better lay off that stuff awhile anyway, Billy. That's no damn good for you. It can kill you."
"I know what I'm doing," Billy retorted. "Just take your money out of my pants pocket and leave me enough to get something to eat."
He watched her dress. She was the best and prettiest prostitute he knew. She was small, only about five-two, but she had a shape that would stop a regiment, and she didn't cost much.
Not having much money in his pocket to spend on her didn't prevent her from coming with him. He was always her best customer and she remembered him when times got hard. Liquor was expensive and Billy found himself drinking more and more of it these days.
"I've got to get going, honey," the pretty blonde thing said to Billy, blowing him a kiss. "You know where to find me."
"Yeah, bye-bye," Billy called after her as she walked toward the door, her ass almost visible below her extremely short skirt.
He watched her disappear and wished he had money enough to keep her with him for a week. A pretty clean thing like that did wonders for his mind. He wished he had her around all day just to prop up and look at and to feel whenever he had the notion.
Billy rested the empty coffee cup on the floor and got up out of the bed. It was after one in the afternoon and he was starving. He walked over to the mirror and stared at himself. He was twenty-eight years old already and still had nothing to show for it. Suddenly, he needed another drink.
He walked over to his bass guitar which lay exposed in its case. It was the only real thing of value that he owned. And if things didn't start getting any better real soon, he'd have to hock that, too. He yanked up his pants and began to put on his shoes when he heard the phone ring again.
"Hello," he said curiously into the receiver, unable to imagine who would be calling him this time of day.
"Hello Billy, this is Carmine. How've you been?"
"Okay, getting along, anyway."
"Well, that's good. Listen, I've got some good news. Fat Man gave us a contract for a concert in few weeks. How does that sound?"
"Well, that sounds pretty good," Billy said, his eyes brightening considerably.
"Yeah, I thought so," Carmine said. "We've got to start gettin' together for some regular rehearsals from now on. I thought we could have one today, say in about an hour."
"Sounds okay with me," Billy said.
"Alright then, I'll see you in an hour. Bye-bye."
"Right. Bye."
Billy hung up the phone and thought a minute. A concert might be a good thing, he thought. It could bring in some money for a change. And I could finally get a decent apartment and have some steady broads. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
He walked around frantically in his apartment rubbing his hands together. He grabbed his guitar from its case and plugged it into the amplifier. He turned on the power and waited for it to warm up. He then started picking the strings, trying to unlimber his fingers. It'd been a long time since he bothered to practice and the group never played any steady gigs.
His fingers began to hurt as he pulled the thick steel strings and thundering bass tones blared from the speakers. He stopped playing and threw the guitar on the bed.
"This is shit!" he said disgustedly. He shook his hand and massaged his fingers and headed out the door for a bottle of cheap wine.
CHAPTER THREE
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
"Oh Eddie, I've had enough. Please let me up!" Joyce begged the beady-eyed guy as he pinned Joyce's nude body to the side of the couch and rammed his dick in her from behind.
Joyce's big ass stuck up voluptuously and Eddie couldn't tear himself away from the soft, white flesh. It kept drawing him to her like a magnet. Her skin was so smooth and soft that a crane couldn't keep his cunt-seeking cock from plunging into her.
Joyce had decided to stay with both Eddie and Butch for a little while, at least until she got herself established in the music profession. One of the prerequisites of her remaining was that she always had to be naked, except for a sheet that she could wear when she was cold or when company was over.
Eddie was taking advantage of this condition and jabbed his cock into her whenever he ventured close to her or whenever she struck a provocative pose.
"Eddie, get your cock in your pants and let's get this place ready for the rehearsal. Carmine said she'd be here any minute."
"I'm busy, Butch. Can't you see that?"
Eddie said, continuing to slide his dick in and out of the plump girl.
Joyce resigned herself to Eddie's unending passions and worked on getting his cock to shoot its load into her. That way he'd have to cut his movements short. She was getting sore and it hurt.
She moved her buttocks backward to meet his plunging thrusts, causing them to drive even further into her and causing her some little tinges of excitement. She forgot the pain and began to enjoy the cock lunges.
Then she felt Eddie's warped shaft shoot its hot stuff deep into her and felt the aftermath of its throbbings as Eddie clutched tightly onto her asscheeks and kept his hot dick deep inside her.
"Eddie, you're not going to stop now," Joyce moaned just getting to where she liked what he was doing.
"I'm sorry Joyce, but I did it. Maybe we can do it again after the rehearsal."
"But I promised Butchie," Joyce said, remaining in her bent over position.
"Just a second Joyce. Hey Butch, come over here and ram your cock into this whimpering girl. She needs a big one."
"That's for me!" Butch yelled, throwing down his guitar and rushing over to Joyce. Her eyes were shut and she waited patiently for satisfaction. Butch pulled out a long thin dick and waved it near her slimy hole. "This is it, Joyce. Tell me how it feels."
Eddie stood by and watched as Butch shoved his long dick up into Joyce's fleshy insides. She squirmed as the long thing ran up in her like a snake. She began vibrating her whole body and squeezing her pussy on the thin thing. Butch held tightly onto her flanks and slid it in and out at lightning speed.
He felt his cock tingle, and just as Joyce began violently heaving her buttocks up toward his lunges and clutching at his cock with her inner muscles, he spurted his wad into her. He rammed her buttocks harder and harder as he shot, pushing his dick all the way in and hitting her soft warm cheeks with his own thighs.
"That ought to do it," Eddie said, satisfied somehow that Butch had driven Joyce to a climax.
"Damn right it should," Butch said, pulling out his cock and wiping the slimy thing on the side of the couch next to Joyce. "Let's get over and start playing."
"Right," Eddie said, throwing a sheet over Joyce as she remained bent over the couch, her head resting on the arm, her naked buttocks still up in the air.
"Eddie! Butch! Are you up there?" a voice screamed from the street.
"It's Carmine," Eddie said to Butch. "We got finished just in time."
"Yeah, we're up here! Come on up!" Butch screamed out the window to Carmine below. "Hope Carmine's tits show through her blouse today," Butch continued to Eddie. "I'm tired of Joyce's big floppy ones. I want to see some nice pert nipples."
"Ah, cut it out, Butch. You'll have all the snatch you can eat in a matter of weeks. Leave Carmine alone. She's too good for the likes of you."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'd like to see the day you can please a black girl better than me. They'd see your warped dick and laugh themselves silly."
"Anytime you want to have a contest, pencil dick, I'll be ready."
"Hi boys, ready to roll?" Carmine said bursting through the door.
"I am," Eddie said, "but I don't know about this nut. He seems to have other things on his mind."
"Oh, fuck you," Butch said to Eddie.
"Now, now, boys. No arguing. We've got things to do. Where's Billy?"
"I don't know," Eddie said. "He said he'd be here. I called him earlier."
"Yeah, I did too," Carmine said. "Well, let's get started anyway. He'll be along."
Joyce sat on the couch wrapped in her sheet as the band started to play. Carmine sang with gusto and Butch played a little too loud, drowning her out most of the time. But they kept playing for about fifteen minutes and ran through their standard songs. Carmine had written most of them and they were destined to be big sellers. If only they had the right kind of exposure.
"Not so loud, Butch," Carmine said as she paused in her singing to give her vocal chords a break. She noticed Joyce sitting on the couch staring at them. "What's she still doing here?" Carmine asked Eddie.
"Oh, she'll be with us a while. We convinced her to stay until she got a break. Maybe we can let her sing a song with the band."
"Oh no," Carmine said emphatically, "not with my band!"
"Well, don't tell her so," Eddie whispered. "I want her to stay a while. You know, she's good for housework and things."
"Yeah," Carmine smiled, "and things!"
"You want to take the theme song again?" Butch said suddenly, strumming his electric guitar wildly, trying to impress Joyce.
"Might as well," Carmine said, grabbing the microphone and whirling out toward a make believe stage. "Ohh, come along and be my party doll, oh please babyyy..." she began singing and shaking her firm ass in Eddie's face.
He could hardly keep the rhythm as he watched it wiggle and longed to reach over to her crotch and fondle the black pussy lips that he knew must be hanging deliciously down between her shiny black thighs.
"Come on, Eddie," Carmine screamed. "Can't you keep the beat? What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Er, sorry Carmine, I wasn't concentrating. Let's try it again."
"Okay, but try and listen to what you're doing," Carmine said, turning once more toward the front of the room.
They thumped out the tune again and this time Eddie looked away from Carmine so he wouldn't be distracted. Butch watched her, though. He tried to make out the tips of her nipples through her brown blouse. It was too bad that the color of her blouse blended so well with her breast color. Butch couldn't see a thing.
All of a sudden, the front door burst open and Billy barged in. He was partially drunk and his guitar case was half open.
"Well, what's happenin'? Am I late?"
"Come on, Billy, you know you're late. Get your guitar out and let's go," Carmine said walking over to him.
"Righto, Carmine babes. Be with ya in a moment." Billy stumbled about trying to get the guitar out of his case and almost stepped on it in the process. "I'll have it in a minute. Don't worry about a thing."
"Well, hurry up," Eddie said irritably. He didn't like the way Billy drank so much and couldn't be depended on to show up.
"Jest hold yer horses," Billy drawled as he put the guitar around his neck and walked over to the group. "How's that? Perfectly ready." Billy's breath stank and Butch turned away from him.
"Okay, let's try Paddy Boy once more. Do you know it, Billy?" Carmine asked.
"What do you mean, do I know it? Of course I know it. Why I practically wrote the tune."
"Let's go then," Carmine said.
She launched the band into the tune and they played half way through it when she stopped them. "What's going on, Billy? Your fingers sore?"
"Well, you know how it is," Billy drawled. "You don't play in a while and, say, who's that dame over there? She looks real nice." Billy began to stagger over toward the couch.
"Oh no," Carmine sighed, "now well never get him back here."
The three of them watched as Billy strode up to the couch and flopped beside Joyce. She just sat there, glad to have attracted the attentions of another musician.
"Howdy," Billy slurred when he was beside her. "You look sweet as a cherry blossom. What's under that sheet you got there?"
"Oh, just me," Joyce giggled. Billy lifted the edge of the sheet and peeked under it.
"My, you've got nothing on, how exciting!" Billy said, reaching the full length of his arm up under the sheet to feel her warm, flabby limbs.
'Tired of rehearsing, Billy?" Carmine yelled to him.
"Er, be right with you," Billy howled back as he began shoving his head under the sheet to sniff the naked girl. He plunged his head up and down the round curves of her legs and it bobbed up against the underpart of the sheet.
"I guess that ends the rehearsal for today," Carmine said, turning to Eddie and Butch.
"Looks that way," Butch said, putting away his guitar. "Why don't you call us with a regular rehearsal schedule instead of having to call everyday. That way maybe Billy will be able to make it without first stopping at the liquor store."
"Good idea, Butch. I'll give you a ring tomorrow." Carmine headed for the door and glanced at the couple moving around under the sheet, forcing all kinds of lumpy jabs under it.
Butch and Eddie lost no time in getting to the action and immediately began tearing off their clothes and crawling in with the struggling couple. Carmine watched them for a minute and then left the room. She'd seen enough of Joyce and her sex jerkings for once. She hoped the silly girl didn't wreck the band with all her distractions. Maybe she'd let her be a go-go dancer or something, just to get the guys used to her floppy figure.
Carmine walked into the street, her long, tall body gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight. She decided to walk over to her apartment. She wanted to limber up after that unsatisfying practice session and she wanted to go over some songs in her mind. They weren't perfect yet and needed a lot of rehearsing. A good run through wasn't enough for most of these songs. They needed to be completely redone.
"Uh, excuse me Miss, but could you tell me the way to Seventh Avenue, I seem to be lost."
Carmine looked up and saw a thin, wispy looking man, a young guy, looking at her. He was well-dressed with a light suit and shiny shoes. His hair was long and blond and very fine looking.
"Well," Carmine hesitated for an instant, "why don't you just come along with me, that's where I'm headed."
"Well, thank you very much. That would be very nice." The man crossed the street with Carmine and appeared a little nervous.
He'd never been spoken to so forewardly by a young black woman before. They were always so crude and uncultured. The young, thin man was surprised.
"Are you in show business?" he timidly asked the big black woman striding beside him.
"Well, you might say that," Carmine said firmly, staring across at him.
She was as tall as he was and could look right into his pale blue eyes. They seemed almost clear to her like she could see right through to the back of his head. She stared at him as they walked and he turned his eyes away.
"I'm a singer," Carmine continued.
"Oh, that's marvelous," the little man said. "Who do you sing for?"
"Well, I sing with a group, you know, a band. I write all the material and dictate how it's supposed to be played. It's my band."
"What's the name of it?"
"Oh, we just use my name mostly. They call us, Carmine. That's my name. Sometimes they call us Carmine Canto, which is my full name, but usually we just call ourselves Carmine. I'm the star singer."
"You certainly look like a star," the little man said as he looked at Carmine's firm tits shaking lightly as she walked.
Her thin waist invited a touch and the man's eyes unavoidably dropped to her swaying rounded tips. Carmine's imposing appearance scared the man slightly and lie didn't know what to say to the big black woman. He began to get scared of her.
"What do you do? How come you're lost?
Are you new to the city?" Carmine's voice rung clear as a bell and reverberated in the thin man's brain.
"I haven't been here long. I just came from Europe where I was visiting some friends. You know, they had this chateau outside of Paris. It was very nice."
"Yeah, it sounds nice," Carmine said, beginning to get interested in this meek guy.
He sounded like he could come in handy. Besides, he had a handsome face and he looked like she wouldn't have trouble controlling him.
"Listen," Carmine said firmly, "you like music, don't you? Why don't you hop up to my place and hear some of the things I've done. I'm right at the corner of Seventh Avenue."
"Well, ah ... " the thin-haired, wispy guy stammered, not knowing how to answer.
Her commanding voice seemed to have a grip on him and he became afraid to refuse. He tried to look the big Amazon in the face but was unable to meet her gaze and instead found his eyes dropping and landing on her bouncy, pert breasts. He didn't know where to look and was forced to stare straight ahead down the sidewalk or across the street into the traffic to avoid being overcome by her presence.
He felt unable to say no. Her big black limb might reach out and grab him and squeeze the vessels in his arm. He was terrified of this black creature and for a moment couldn't answer.
'That sounds like a pleasant idea," he finally blurted out, his voice shaking with fear.
"Well, that's wonderful. Glad you could spend the time," Carmine said cheerfully, swishing her hips wider than ever and swaying her long, black body to the rhythm of her steps. "Come on, it's right over this way."
The thin, well-dressed man followed the tall black woman to an old apartment building and they started up the steps.
"You ever been in a place like this?" Carmine said loudly.
"Ah, no. I don't think I have," the man said uneasily. He looked around at the peeling walls of the stairway and became even more frightened. If this black woman smashed him right there, how would any of his friends or relatives ever find out about it? They could dispose of his body and no one would ever find out.
He began to shake but calmed slightly as he began to stare at the swaying buttocks and long black legs that walked up the stairs right in front of him. Other thoughts began to crowd into his mind and his fear became pushed to the side.
"Well, here we are," Carmine said, pushing open the door of her small apartment. The small man timidly walked through the door into the black woman's den.
"This is quite a cozy place you've got here," the thin man said. "By the way, my name is Peter Byer. I don't think I really introduced myself before."
"That's alright," Carmine said, walking past him and over to the table. "What do you do for a living, Peter?"
"Oh, I'm a bum really. My family has plenty of wealth and I don't do too much but travel. I am an informal public relations man for my father's company, I suppose." Peter took off his coat and laid it on the arm of the one chair in the apartment. He sat in it while Carmine put on a record.
'That must be pleasant not having to work everyday and still being able to buy all the things you want," Carmine said, settling on the bed and crossing her long legs. "Listen to this song. I know all the cats who made this disc."
The record came on and loud strains blared from the speaker.
"You like it?" Carmine asked the timid guy.
"Well, I don't know," Peter said. "I don't think it's exactly my type of music."
"You have to get used to it. It's not something you can learn to like overnight. Although I guess some people have." She smiled at him. "Mind if I slip into something more comfortable? These pants are just so tight." Carmine tugged at her pussy as she spoke, causing nervous tremors to race around Peter's body.
The room was very small and Peter didn't notice anywhere for Carmine to change but right there in front of him. Would she ask him to turn his head away? He looked at her while she continued to talk and her hands found their way to the zipper on the side of her pants. Peter began to sweat.
"How old are you, Peter?" Carmine asked in rich voice as her long black fingers worked to unfasten the pants top.
"I, I'm twenty-six," Peter said, shifting nervously in his chair. He could feel his rarely used dick begin to stir beneath his pants and uncrossed his legs to give it room to stretch.
"Maybe you'll let me show you around the city some time. I'm sure there's a lot you don't know." Carmine continued to remove her pants and in one swooping motion pulled them right down to her ankles.
Her black shiny legs were in striking contrast to the white panties that covered her gnarled pussy hair. Peter could hardly keep from jumping up and ramming his head between her sleek thighs. They shone like the top of an ebony table and looked as smooth and luscious as a loaf of ginger bread.
Peter felt his dick grow and grow until he thought it would rip through his pants. He wanted to leap right from the chair onto the black female, but something held him down and the fear he felt for her began to creep back into his body.
"I hope this doesn't embarrass you, Peter. But we show business people are very open with ourselves." Carmine then yanked her blouse quickly over her head, just brushing her nipples enough to make them stick straight out.
"You're such a timid guy, Peter. Don't you like me?"
Carmine walked slowly over to the chair where Peter sat, bouncing just enough so her tit nipples shook invitingly. She swayed her hips and rubbed her black thighs together as she approached him. She looked positively terrifying to Peter, who'd always been taught to stay away from black women.
"Er, yeah, I like you," Peter said, his head starting to become dizzy.
He felt like he would faint if she got any closer to him, but still she kept coming. He thought he could even hear the scraping of the leathery black skin of her thighs as she walked. He had visions of her crushing his head between the black things, of her squeezing him to death with her black spider-like arms.
"You seem nervous, Peter baby. What's the matter?" Carmine stopped by the arm of the chair and ran her pink palms through Peter's thin blond hair. She stroked him until she noticed his eyes partly closed and a giant bulge under his pants.
She reached down and carefully loosened his tie. "Take this off, Peter boy, you'll be more comfortable." She unbuttoned his shirt and slid her black hand in over his chest. She sat on the arm of the chair and let her gray, pointed tit brush his tender white cheek.
Peter sat trembling in the chair, unable to move. He groaned loudly when he felt Carmine's roving hand move down to his crotch and touch the lumpy area.
"Oh please," Peter implored. "Don't do it, I'm helpless. Don't take advantage of me."
"Why Peter, I won't take advantage of you. Come with me over here. I want to show you something you might like." Carmine pulled Peter off the chair and led him across the small room to the single bed against the wall. "Now look at this, Peter. Have you ever seen anything like this?" Carmine held open her white panties for him to see down to her kinky pubic hair and her sleek black skin that ran down to meet it. "That's black on black, Peter. Have you ever seen anything like it?"
"No, I don't think..."
"No, you don't have to answer that, Peter. I know you've never seen anything like it. Now I'm going to let you do something else to me, something that you'll just love, won't you Peter?"
Peter was almost in a trance and couldn't answer her. He let her do whatever she wanted to him and had lost all the will to resist. He was completely overpowered by her blackness and her firmness, a firmness that her body reflected.
Her black sleek form defied refusal and Peter was helpless before it. Carmine's gray tits stared at him with their one-nipple eyes and he found himself reaching up timidly to stroke one.
"Ohhh, I shouldn't be doing this," Peter said. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Nonsense," Carmine encouraged him. "This is great for you, Peter. You'll just love it."
"Please help me, Carmine. Please help me," Peter pleaded, suddenly dropping to his knees and violently kissing Carmine's cunt. He tried jamming his tongue up underneath the edge of her panties as Carmine smiled to herself.
"Sure I'll help you, Peter." She pulled her panties down and pushed her black pussy up into Peter's flushed face.
She rotated her pink pussy lips so his tongue jabbed the proper spot. She shifted her black angular body on top of him as he knelt there, shoving his nose and mouth as far into her kinky curled hair as he could. He clutched her firm, black thighs and squeezed them hard in his lily-white manicured hands.
Carmine heard him begin to whimper as she realized that he was too scared to even bring his mouth away. He would stay there forever if she wanted him to. He was her slave.
Carmine felt her pussy twinge. Evidently, Peter had a well-experienced tongue. He must have been overcome by other women in his life and they weren't as kind to him as Carmine was. They probably made him stay on his knees for hours, lapping up their tangy juices. But she felt her hips jamming down hard on his face and wanting something big up between them. She squirmed on his mouth and then lifted herself up.
"Come on, Peter, let's see what you can do. Let me help you out of these hot clothes."
She lifted him up like a helpless child and removed his shirt. She then sat him down on the couch and pulled off his shoes and socks.
"I'm going to have you, Peter. Won't you like that?" she kept saying over and over again.
She tugged at his pants and pulled them to the floor. Only his underwear and tee shirt remained on and Carmine pushed him helplessly back onto the bed.
"Don't hurt me, Carmine. Please don't hurt me." Peter pleaded with Carmine in his helplessness.
He lay still as Carmine pulled his underwear down and an enormous dick jumped out of it. Carmine could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the size of the thing. Peter was a little guy no more than five-six and weighing no more than one hundred thirty pounds. But the size of his dick was unbelievable!
It must have absorbed most of the blood in his body and must have accounted for at least a quarter of his weight when it was stiff.
Carmine threw her mouth right to the organ as soon as it popped into view. She was going to enjoy this delicious specimen for as long as possible. She was going to baby it and make sure it stayed hard to do her bidding.
"Where'd you get such a thing?" Carmine asked between sucks.
"My father lent it to me," Peter joked, seeming to loosen up for the first time. The sensations from Carmine's thick, pink lips brought new life into Peter's fear-racked body. "Do you like it?" Peter asked hesitantly.
"I love it!" Carmine said emphatically. "I've never seen one so wonderful."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" Peter said, brightening up. "I would like you to have me then. I want to put it into you."
"Why, that's great Peter. That's what I was going to do, anyway. Let me just slide myself up toward it. Are you ready for me, Peter? Do you think you can take a black woman's pussy?"
"Oh yes, Carmine. I want you now! Please get on me and let me jab into you. I want to feel you all around me!" Peter's eyes rolled in ecstasy as he spoke.
Carmine slid her black body over Peter's towering cock and pushed down hard on the rod. It shoved right into her and she squeezed it with all her might. It completely filled her cavity as she sat on him and immediately tingling sensations began filling her. She knew it wouldn't take much for her to reach fulfillment so she slowed her motions to savor every vein and bulge of the cock.
Peter's eyes rolled in his head as he occasionally caught a glimpse of the black monster woman that sat above him. Her black kinky hair and fat lips looked untamed and exciting to him. He tried pushing his giant dick further up into her as his passion increased and he began to lose the restraints he had earlier imposed on himself.
He could feel the very blackness of her thighs on his hips and wanted to hug the black creature to him and feel her gray breasts on his chest. He reached up suddenly and yanked Carmine down on top of him. He grabbed her before she knew what was happening and pulled her breasts to his.
Carmine quickly began rubbing her tits on Peter's chest as she felt his delicious cock driving in and out of her. Her thighs and knees were still curled up by his sides and the big rod moved back and forth as she raised and lowered her ass.
Suddenly, Carmine felt her pussy muscles start to go into the wonderful spasms she knew so well. She felt it pulsate slowly and then begin to contract harder and harder until her whole body racked with motion. At the same time Peter's dick began to swell and she felt a huge blob begin to move down its length to its tip and then burst forth inside her, rinsing her every crevice.
She felt warm all over as the slime flooded her insides. She rested on top of Peter and stretched her legs out on top of him.
She heard Peter begin to snore beneath her. A big shot like that probably wore the poor guy out, Carmine thought. She let her mind linger and began to doze also. She enjoyed feeling the soft, white man under her with his monstrous though delicate cock.
There was no scraping or abrasions with a white man's cock. It just slid right in, and it wasn't too hard, either. She could squeeze it with her inner pussy muscles as much as she wanted and there would be no complaining. She liked lying on top of white men. It made her feel like a conqueror.
The child-like Peter slept underneath Carmine as she wondered what to do with this white love slave. He was so rich, maybe she'd keep him around a while. He did have a monstrously big cock.
Carmine felt herself start to fall into a deep deep. She stretched once more, rubbing her hard tits on Peter's sleeping chest and straddling his legs with hers. She resolved to keep in touch with the guy. He could always be used for some successful celebrating.
CHAPTER FOUR
PERFORMANCE TIME
Carmine didn't have much chance to see Peter in the weeks following their first episode together. She remembered him deliciously and desired his obedient manner but was unable to indulge herself due to the heavy rehearsal schedule that she'd drawn up for the band. It seemed that that's all they were doing was rehearsing.
Weeks passed and the day of the concert finally arrived. Carmine had carefully picked out her outfit for that night and knew that it would knock the audience dead. If their playing didn't do anything for the crowd, then certainly her naked tits would.
She was determined to wear nothing but a sheer blouse with her nipples easily plunging through the material. Maybe the wildness of the crowd over her near nudity would spur them to new playing heights.
It didn't seem like that was very possible, though because of Billy's excessive drinking. He never showed up for any of the rehearsals and when he did he was just about worthless. He only wanted to screw some groupie that happened to be hanging around the rehearsal loft or was too drunk to even remember the chord changes or hear them. One time he even forgot his guitar!
"Are you sure the instrument truck is all set for tonight?" Carmine said to the stranger on the phone.
"Yes, don't worry about a thing," the effeminate voice shot back. "Peter told me exactly what to do."
"Okay," Carmine said, still a little uncertain of the person she was speaking to. "Just make sure you get it there on time. You know where the place is?"
"Oh yes, Peter told me everything. Don't worry, I'll be there at six-thirty."
"Alright," Carmine said. "See you then." She hung up the phone.
Peter had arranged for the instrument truck and a driver. He was always seeking some way to help her. What he really wanted was to get close to her black body again, but Carmine wasn't about ready to let him do that. She was seeking some new lusts, some new white cock that would give in to her whims and commands.
She was suddenly tired of Peter's giant but obedient cock. White cock seemed to get used up fast. She didn't want any used material going back up into her sleek insides. Some new conquest would do her ego good. But she needed Peter around. He did have money and whenever he got in from Paris or the Orient he always gave her a call and took her any place she told him to.
Carmine put her little outfit in a small suitcase and headed out the door of her small apartment. She looked for a cab and easily found one. While usually a black person would have trouble getting a cab to stop, Carmine's fine form brought them to a halt every time and she never had to worry.
While riding over to the loft she thought about the songs they planned for that night. They would do about eight songs, all their best numbers. They would end with Paddy Boy Party Doll and start with I Want You To Be My Baby. She figured that they'd have to fit Love Slave Tonight in there somewhere, but hadn't quite made up her mind.
She noticed the cab driver looking at her in the rear view mirror as she sat straight and tall in the back seat. She felt disgusted with the guy as she stepped from the cab and gave him a ten-cent tip. He drove away in a roar.
"Butch! Eddie! Are you up there?" Carmine screamed up toward the loft window. It was only about five-thirty and she was a little early.
"Yeah, come on up," a hoarse voice screamed down to her.
Carmine slowly ascended the steps of the dingy loft building and deposited herself in the small overworked elevator. She thought it would never make it up to the fourth floor but it finally lumbered to the correct stop. Carmine quickly stepped out and entered the loft.
"You guys almost ready?" Carmine shouted.
"Yeah," Butch said, standing in the far corner half nude, trying on different outfits. "I don't know which one to wear tonight," he said. "I don't want to be improperly dressed."
"Well, it doesn't matter that much," Carmine said, moving into the room and putting down her suitcase. "I'm the one that has to worry mostly about that. I'm the one everybody's going to be looking at."
"Well, I like to look my best, too," Butch said, pouting a little and continuing to don various wild looking outfits.
Carmine watched him a second and then turned to walk to the couch to sit down and watch him go through his ritual dressing agony. Butch was like that, never knowing what to wear, but he always ended up putting on the same thing he had on before he started all the changing nonsense. Carmine thought she'd enjoy a good laugh before the concert.
"Now what the hell is going on here?" Carmine yelled suddenly as she saw Eddie seated on the couch completely nude with the equally nude Joyce sitting next to him. They were passing a joint between them.
"Just gettin' a little high before the show," Eddie said. "That way I'll be able to do my best."
"Well get your clothes on!" Carmine screamed, thinking that any moment he and Joyce were going to start doing it in some crazy dog-like fashion.
"Hold your horses, Carmine babes. We've got plenty of time. The guy with the truck didn't even get here."
"Well, he'll be here any second, I already spoke to him." Carmine answered.
"Where's Billy?" Eddie asked, thinking up another excuse and beginning to squeeze Joyce's fat tit. "You better find him before you go hollerin' at us."
Eddie began now to clutch at Joyce's rotund body and she gave in like a willing puppy. Carmine watched them fall over together on the couch and begin jerking and humping motions.
She got on the phone to call Billy. She dialed his number and waited as she watched the pair grope at each other. They seemed to blend together. Their white skin seemed to merge and there was no telling where one body stopped and another started. Joyce's fat looked warm and inviting and they seemed to jiggle so well together, deriving intimate warmth from one another.
"Hello Billy?" Carmine said as she heard a mumbling voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Yeah, what's up Carmine?" Billy's voice drawled into the phone.
"We've got a concert tonight, that's what's up!" Carmine screamed into the receiver, immediately perceiving that Billy was stone drunk as usual.
"A what?" Billy drawled louder.
"A concert!" Carmine screamed. "Now get your guitar and get on over here. The truck is coming by at six-thirty and you don't have much time."
"Well, ah, okay Carmine. Gee, I didn't know-"
"I know you didn't know. Just get on over here."
"Right on, Carmine honey. Be there in a jiffy," Billy said, quickly hanging up the receiver.
"That fuckin' drunk will never make it!" Carmine shrieked to nobody in particular. "I knew this would happen, I just knew it!"
"How does this look," Butch said, modeling a beaded red and brown outfit in front of Carmine. "Do you think it will go along with our music?"
"Oh, how can I worry about your stupid clothes at a time like this! Billy didn't even know there was a concert tonight!" Carmine shot back.
"Well, I sort of like it," Butch continued, ignoring Carmine's wrath and looking around himself to see how the beads fell in the back.
The humping and grunting of Joyce and Eddie was greatly amplified now and infuriated Carmine all the more.
"Come on, you scumbags! Can't you get ready? Don't you realize that there's a time and a place for everything? Can't you get serious for once!"
The fucking couple kept up their movements undisturbed by Carmine's harangue. Eddie's eyes were shut tight and he was in another world experiencing the bottomless warmth of Joyce's fat-lined pussy. It slurped and gurgled with each plunge and push and the odor of their juices started to filter out over them, filling the area with the scent of sex.
Eddie's mouth slobbered over Joyce's fat tits as her fat thighs wrapped themselves around his chunky body. They were both on their sides in curled up positions. Carmine noticed the bottoms of Joyce's feet as she moved closer to the couple. They were pink also, just like the tips of her nipples.
Joyce seemed to be made for the role of flabby love-slave. She seemed unsuited for anything else. Her every part and texture seemed to be molded for warmth and comfort. It was no wonder that Eddie was in such a deep trance. The clampings of Joyce's succulent insides probably drove him into other worlds of feelings and he was completely out of touch with the present world. He was completely unaware of Carmine's anger.
For a second, Carmine wondered if she was jealous that she wasn't constructed as Joyce was, so succulent and desirable. But she attracted the kind of men that she liked and her jealousy passed as quickly as it had come on. Carmine liked to control her men. She didn't like it the other way around.
"Come on, let's go!" Carmine screamed again, this time kicking the screwing couple like they were two dogs in heat.
She kicked them a few times, but her blows didn't seem to be strong enough to uncouple the clamped couple or even disturb their bliss. That joint must've been pretty strong, Carmine thought as she looked at her watch and noticed that it was almost six-thirty.
"This looks nice, don't you think?" Butch said again to Carmine, walking up behind her wearing a green fringed leather suit.
"Splendid," Carmine said disgustedly as she walked back to the other side of the room and bemoaned the fate of the band.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in strolled Billy, his pants half undone and his shirt hanging open. At least he had his guitar with him.
"Well, it's about time, Billy," Carmine said walking toward him. 'The instrument truck is going to arrive any second and ..."
"What the hell is this?" Billy said suddenly, seeing the couple still locked together on the couch.
"What do you think it is?" Carmine screamed. "It's our lovely band getting ready for our big concert, that's what it is. All business."
"Maybe I'll get in on a little of this," Billy said dropping his guitar case absent-mindedly on the floor and mumbling quietly to himself in his silly drunken manner.
He stumbled up to the couch where Eddie and Joyce's pink bodies were still entwined in their pink oblivion and put his soiled hand on Joyce's rump.
'This looks right fine," Billy garbled as he struggled to tear off his pants and pile on.
"Oh, I just can't believe this, I just can't believe it!" Carmine moaned loudly, stomping frantically around the room.
"I think I'll just settle on this outfit, Carmine. You think it's appropriate, don't you?" Butch said once again, preening himself before her.
"Wonderful, just wonderful!" Carmine said exasperatedly. "Now please help me get this equipment ready for the truck. The guy said he was coming at six-thirty and he should be here any minute. I don't want to give the guy a hard time. He's just doing this as a favor, you know. Why don't you help me get some of this stuff ready?"
"Sure Carmine, just let me get my belt and beads on and then I'll be set. Now where did I put that necklace ..."
"Oh, the hell with that!" Carmine screamed. "Help me with these speakers. Let's at least get them near the elevator."
"Okay, okay. No need to get so excited," Butch said, coming over to help Carmine with a big piece of equipment. They lugged it across the room past the grunting threesome now tangled together on the couch.
Billy had pulled all his clothes off and his dirtier body seemed to stand out more markedly from the other two. He had managed to get his head onto one of Joyce's fat, juicy tits and had worked his arm around under her, and his leg over the top of her hip. He was lying right on top of the couple and threatened to fall right between them with his constant head wedging.
Finally, Billy's ceaseless efforts managed to force the screwing couple somewhat apart and he slid in between them. His withered cock was hard and brushed Joyce's soft stomach flesh like a stubby shaft. Eddie was left with nothing to clutch onto but Billy's filthy back and buttocks. He couldn't seem to tell the difference he was so stoned.
Billy clutched onto Joyce and drove his cock toward her slimy insides. Her hole had been so well used lately that there was no trouble locating it and the mangy cock slid right in. Joyce didn't even squirm as Billy's natural humping motions began to take effect and the bodies started vibrating together on the couch.
The motions aroused Eddie from his drug-induced stupor and he crawled on top of the couple and let his cock slide in between the pair. It was wedged right between them above where their hip bones were gyrating together. Eddie felt his cock squeeze and crunch with their motions like spongy rubber. He reached down around behind Joyce to feel her flabby asscheeks with his knee and rested his face on her flushed cheek as Billy kept jamming his cock in and out of her.
"I hope they play alright," Carmine said walking past the couch with Butch. "I hope they return to their senses enough to remember the songs we rehearsed and the special things we were supposed to do."
"Don't worry," Butch reassured her as they walked back over to the other side of the room where the equipment was set up, "they'll remember everything."
"Is this the place?" a voice said timidly from the open doorway. "Peter told me the address but I wasn't able to find a doorman or any lobby or anything and, oh Lord! What is this?"
"Oh, ah, don't worry about that," Carmine said quickly, rushing up to the timid soul in the doorway. "You must be the guy with the truck."
"That's right, but I never expected anything quite as vulgar as this. I mean I'm really not used to ... "
"Now don't you worry about a thing," Carmine said, leading him firmly with her strong black arm from the room. "These are just some perverts who dropped in and started doin' their thing before we could stop them. Why don't you just help us load up the truck. We'll be out of here in no time and you won't have to witness any more of that disgusting scene."
"Well, okay, but I wasn't expecting anything quite like this. You know, Peter told me it was just to help some people move and I borrowed my father's truck and all. I hope you won't let any of this get back to him. Are you Peter's friend? You do seem so nice."
"Ah, yes," Carmine said, "I'm his friend. I'm the one that needs the use of the truck. But don't worry about a thing, your father will never hear a word about this, I'll make sure of that."
"Well, thank you, you do seem awfully nice." The timid guy stood near the elevator looking at Carmine.
He looked so much like a child, yet must've been at least twenty-five years old. He had on fine clothes and Carmine could understand why he was a friend of Peter's. They looked and dressed almost exactly alike and even their manner was similar.
"What's your name?" Carmine said before turning to leave him and begin again to struggle with the heavy electrical equipment.
"Larry," the little guy replied, happy for the first time that he'd finally found the right place and that someone was concerned enough about him to ask his name.
"Mine's Carmine. We'll be out in a minute with some stuff for the truck. You can just wait here and operate the elevator."
"Oh, that's fabulous," Larry said, his eyes all aglow. He'd never operated an elevator before.
Carmine walked back through the doorway into the loft. Much to her surprise Eddie was up and dressed and even humming to himself.
"Well, nice to see you up and about," Carmine said sarcastically to him. "One would think that you had something special to do tonight the way you seem to be bustling about so suddenly."
"Oh come off it, Carmine. I said I'd be ready and I will be. Don't be so uptight." Eddie continued to finish his grooming while Carmine snorted and walked over to where Butch was pushing a heavy amplifier across the floor. "I'll help him with that, Carmine. Why don't you try and get Billy off the broad."
"Well, that's the first sane thing I've heard out of you all day," Carmine said as she turned slowly and looked at Billy now locked more feverishly than ever in Joyce's fat embrace and totally involved in her flesh.
He also seemed transported into another world as Eddie had earlier and Carmine knew it would be a hard struggle to separate the pair. She walked over quickly and kicked Billy in the head with her boot heel.
"Come on, heave-ho, Billy boy. We've got some music to play tonight," Carmine screamed, grabbing hold of Billy's arm and trying to pull him from the couch.
Billy wasn't easily aroused from his stupor and he began grunting and feebly trying to resist Carmine's yanking. She managed to pull his upper half onto the floor, but his stomach and buttocks still remained firmly riveted to Joyce's fat flesh. It was like they had melted together in the heat of their passion and only a blow torch could ever get them apart again.
Carmine stepped back and watched the strangely placed couple. Billy's head and back were dangling down the side of the couch touching the floor, and his side and ass still were up on the couch. Billy seemed to find the position comfortable and fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly. Joyce seemed also to sleep without a care in the world.
Carmine walked over to the dirty sink and filled a pot of cold water. If this doesn't work then I guess nothing will, she thought to herself. She swaggered her black buttocks over to the stuck couple and with a great sweep of her arm flung the cold water onto their naked bodies.
"Yeeooww!" Billy screamed with a monstrous scraping noise, his cock wrenched from Joyce's innards. It was like the sound of grating sandpaper as the two people were shocked apart and their sexual organs violently separated from each other. "What the hell?" Billy said, blinking his eyes at Carmine.
"We've got to get out of here and you've got to come along. Now get up and get dressed!" Carmine screamed.
Billy lay on the floor feeble, trying to recover slowly from the cold water shock. "I'm comin', don't worry, I'm comin'," Billy said slowly rising to his feet and looking for his clothes.
Strangely enough Joyce still lay curled on the couch. She must've incorporated the cold water flush into her weird dreams and felt it as only another strange and shocking sensation in her sex-filled world.
Billy dressed slowly, pulling on his filthy pants and shirt and groping around for his guitar case. He opened it briefly and pulled out a bottle of cheap wine. He took a few gulps, recapped it, and replaced it back inside the case.
He picked up his instrument and walked outside to the elevator where all the electrical equipment was piling up waiting for the trip down to the street in the elevator.
By now, both Butch and Eddie were hauling equipment and the job was being done quickly. It was after seven o'clock already and they had to be at the theater at eight. They were the first to go on.
Carmine was thinking about her outfit and how she would shake herself during the set that evening. She wanted to have her routine clear in her mine. And especially if the band screwed up everything, she wanted to be able to yell so ferociously into the mike that people would forget about the music and just watch her.
She would have to move around a lot in that case and make sure she was a visual spectacle. She hoped that there were a lot of sexually depraved white boys in the front rows to leap at her when she enticed them. She shook herself slightly as she walked out to the elevator to wait there with Larry.
"You look stunning," Larry said to her. "Do you think you'll be able to get me a front row seat? I've never been associated with performers before."
"Well, I think I can arrange that, Larry," Carmine said, thinking that it would be good to stack the front rows with admirers.
She noticed Larry staring with awe at her black skin, obviously fascinated with her appearance. He'd probably never been so close to a black woman that wasn't his maid and he was completely off guard.
"Do you often go to music concerts?" she asked him as Butch and Eddie continued to shove the last of the stuff out into the hallway.
"Well, I usually just listen to classical music, but I would really like to hear you sing. I'm sure you're just dynamite."
Carmine noticed Larry staring at her tits and his knees shaking. She had never thought of herself as such a star, but this guy was convincing her.
"Well, I am well thought of in high music circles," she said smugly, wanting to reinforce his star image of herself.
Maybe he could convince his rich father to sponsor some new gigs. This angle was definitely worth pursuing.
"Well, who do we have here?" Billy asked in a loud and gruff voice as he walked up to Carmine and Larry by the elevator.
He had just freshened up a bit. His hair was combed and glistening with water. Water also dripped from his chin where he had neglected to dry himself.
"This is Larry," Carmine said to Billy as he glared at the newcomer.
"My name's Billy," Billy said firmly, extending his hand for a gripping handshake. Poor Larry's hand was almost wrenched from his arm as Billy vigorously shook it.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," Larry said uncertainly. He moved sideways slightly behind Carmine, obviously afraid of this big specimen of male. Carmine's blackness acted as sort of a shield for him against this brusque man.
"Well, I guess you'll help us load some of this equipment onto the elevator. We'll have the job finished in no time," Billy said all of a sudden sounding like all business. "Come on, help me grab that drum."
"Well, I.. . "
"Come on, you're a strong guy, you can do it. Let's go," Billy insisted. Larry awkwardly struggled with the light piece of equipment and helped Billy slide it into the elevator.
"That's not his job, Billy," Carmine said in defense of the weak male creature. "He's not here to help us load. He just got the truck for us."
"Well, a little hard work never hurt anybody," Billy protested. "What are you, some sort of weakling?" he said to Larry who was now panting and out of breath from having helped move the one light piece of equipment.
"Leave him alone, Billy," Carmine said shoving Billy back toward the loft doorway. "He's a friend of mine and he's not supposed to do any work tonight. He's going to be one of the honored guests with a front row seat."
"Oh, I see," Billy said leaning against the doorway.
"Get out of the way, would ya," Eddie screamed as he and Butch moved the last piece of equipment out of the room and into the hall.
"That's the last of it," Eddie said to Carmine as he reached into his pocket for the keys to lock the door. "I hope everybody's got everything."
"I think I do," Carmine said picking up her small bag containing the skimpy outfit she was to wear that night. Butch demurely brushed off his green leather outfit and remained quiet.
"Let's get the show on the road," Billy screamed suddenly, starting to shove things wildly into the elevator.
"I'll wait up here with Larry until you get all the stuff down," Carmine said. "Start loading it into the truck, too."
The three guys moved all the equipment into the elevator stacking it in bizarre positions so it would all fit in and then squeezed in themselves. The elevator doors closed and it started its slow descent to the first floor.
"Oh thank you for sticking up for me," Larry gushed, grabbing Carmine's hand. "I just don't know what I can do to repay you."
"Well, maybe you'll be able to help me some time in the future," Carmine said staring him directly in the eyes.
Larry blushed and looked away. He wasn't used to having black women stare him down like that.
"Why don't you sit in the front seat with me?" Carmine continued suddenly getting a shifty look in her eye. "Can you drive the truck with a full load?"
"Oh yes," Larry said excitedly, jumping up and down and wringing his hands. "I've driven these kind of trucks all my life. My father owns a fleet of them, you know."
"Well, we'll just sit in the front by ourselves and let those roughnecks sit in the back with the equipment. We have some things to discuss."
"Oh yes, oh yes," Larry kept saying obviously excited at being spoken to so firmly by a curvaceous creature.
Carmine made sure her tits stuck up right in front of Larry's nose as she spoke to further intimidate him. They were completely covered by the opaque blouse she now had on, but her hard nipple knobs never failed to show through anything she wore and they stuck through even now as she stood there.
"Come on, Larry. Let's go," Carmine said as the elevator returned for them. She pushed Larry ahead of her into the thing and the doors closed.
"I'm afraid of these things," Larry said to her. "I always think I'm going to get stuck or something. Wouldn't that be terrible?"
"Well, don't worry, Larry. I won't let anything happen to you," Carmine said reassuringly to him. "What do you do for a living, Larry?"
"Oh, I'm a ballet dancer with the local company here. If you've ever gone you've probably seen me perform."
"I don't think I've gone to the ballet recently, Larry. Do you wear those tights that are so revealing on specific parts of your anatomy?" Carmine said slowly, leaning slightly forward.
Just then the elevator doors opened.
"Okay, come on Carmine," Eddie screamed, "we've got the stuff in the truck already. Who's driving?"
"I think Larry will drive and I'll sit in front with him. You guys can hop in the back and make sure none of the things fall over if we hit any bumps."
"Aww," Billy said, "why don't you let honey boy sit in the back with us? He can do tricks for us."
"Oh shut up, Billy," Carmine said brusquely, leading Larry by the hand to the front of the truck cab. "Why don't you let me drive?" Carmine said to Larry who now held onto her arm, thoroughly afraid that she would let him fall into Billy's crude clutches.
"Why, ah, I guess so, if you know how. My father would be very angry if you hurt it. You know how to shift the gears? It's very simple and you don't need much strength. My father had this particular truck built especially for me so it would be easy driving."
"I can do it, Larry. Besides, there's a few things I want you to be free to do while we're driving along."
"Wha, what do you mean?" Larry said nervously, uncertain now about having given his full trust to this ultimately wild black creature.
The images of Amazon savages slowly crept into his mind and he knew he would be at her mercy. Oh, how did he ever get himself into such a dilemma! How could Peter send him on such a wild errand!
Peter did get himself involved with strange types, but I never knew he could fall into such a pit of depravity, Larry thought. Peter was always such a fine upstanding person. He was so cultured and refined. This crowd was nothing at all like I expected him to get mixed up with. Maybe this black wild woman was really a good singer and Peter knew what he was doing. I'd just have to see!
Larry got into the front truck seat while these thoughts raced through his brain. His body shook as he slid in next to Carmine who was already behind the steering wheel testing the gear shift.
"This shifts real smooth," Carmine said. "You must take good care of this thing."
"Oh yes," Larry said, feeling a little more at ease. He had been certain the black creature would devour him as he sat there. "I'll try not to do anything to it that would upset Daddy. He has such terrible ulcers, you know."
"Oh really? I didn't know," Carmine said, starting the truck engine easily and shifting it into first gear.
She drove it out onto the street and could hear the shouts and jeers of the guys in the back at passers-by. She hoped they wouldn't get stopped by the cops. She looked over at Larry who sat demurely in the seat with his hands folded in his lap. He had on a white sweater and light blue pants. His shoes were well shined and his hair was thinning. He had a round face with a very large mouth.
Carmine looked at the timid white creature and knew what she wanted. She wanted it then and there and she wanted him to kneel at her feet and grovel in her pussy with his face. She started to sweat as she thought about his pasty white complexion rubbing against the wild bush undergrowth of her pubis.
"Move close to me, Larry!" Carmine suddenly commanded. "I want you close to me."
"Oh please, Carmine. I haven't done anything. Please don't hurt me," Larry whimpered as he obediently moved close to the long black creature. "Oh please, Carmine. Please!"
Larry felt like he was losing control of his mind as he felt his shoulder brush the black woman's arm. His mind seemed to float away in circles and he knew that he never should have gotten into the same seat as this black terror. This was a dirty trick that Peter had played on him, but it was too late to resist now. He now knew the vortex that Peter had been drawn into and the one that he'd been unable to resist or defend against.
And now Larry himself had fallen into it and it was too late for him to resist. This was the time of reckoning and he was about to face it, white to black.
CHAPTER FIVE
LARRY'S LESSON
"Don't disobey me!" Carmine commanded sternly to the whimpering Larry, now cringing beside her. "I've got to keep this truck from crashing and I can't tolerate any disobedience from you." Carmine was feeling extra powerful as the concert approached.
Her thoughts of dancing out in front of a mob of howling youths had charged her mind with a new ferocity. She was determined to get her might primed with a little submissiveness from this whimpering Larry. He needed to be commanded. He was perfect for her now. Larry grabbed onto the sleeve of Carmine's blouse and buried his face in it. "Oh please!" he continued to implore her. "I can't defend myself. I can't resist what you're doing. Please be kind."
"Get on the floor." Carmine said sternly, raising her skirt slightly. "I want you to lick my pussy. Do you think you can do that, Larry? Do you think you can stand the might of a black woman's crunching pussy lips on your jaws? Your friend Peter did right well. He followed my every command."
"Oh, I will too. Believe me, I will too," Larry said, now on the floor of the truck clutching at Carmine's bare knee, so black against the pure soft whiteness of his hands.
"Just a second then," Carmine said, deftly pulling the truck over to the side of the road. She leaned her head out the window and screamed to the band members cavorting together in the back. "We've got to stop a second to get the directions straight. Don't get out of the truck" She turned her head back to Larry who was on his knees now and slid her black legs past the gear shift and straddled his face. "Can you smell me, Larry? How do I smell?"
"Oh, just, ah, fine," Larry said as the whiff of pussy aroma grazed his nostrils.
"Well, how would you like to get a taste of it? Huh, Larry? A nice big lick of black pussy, the best pussy in the city. Bet you never tasted anything so juicy and black as me, Larry. What do you say?"
"Well, I. . . "
"Of course you'll just love it, Larry. Now why don't you pull down my panties and get your blood red tongue into my cunt folds. I want to be clean before I go on stage. I wouldn't want to disappoint any of my fans."
"I don't think I've ever done anything like this, Carmine," Larry said as he began pulling her panties down below her knees. They were black panties and matched perfectly the color of her skin. Larry was amazed for a second at how well they belonged on her. He had never thought about what color panties Negro girls wore. This was indeed a new learning experience.
Perhaps Peter had a reason for sending him on this errand today. Perhaps Peter had gone through the same thing and he knew he just couldn't tell him about it and that the love slave life would just have to be experienced to know how wonderfully exciting and mind expanding it was.
Larry was relaxed now and suddenly realized why he was there on that errand. It was this episode that Peter had planned for him all along. How grateful he was to him!
"Now eat me!" Carmine yelled as she shoved Larry's soft-haired skull forcefully between her black thighs and felt his nose and mouth bury themselves in the cunt folds of her pussy.
Carmine felt the immediate sensation of arousal as Larry seemed instinctively to know exactly what parts to lick and probe with his delicate tongue. Carmine was surprised at how adept and how natural these seemingly powder puff males were. As long as they followed directions they knew exactly what path to follow and knew by some inner slave drive exactly what parts to stimulate.
Carmine rotated her full pussy on Larry's lips and tried to force his whole face inside her wide crack. Her powerfully thick cunt hairs tangled in Larry's nose and ensnared in his teeth. She knew he would be sucking those individual hairs for a while to come.
"That's it, Larry. Where did you learn to do it so good?" Carmine asked while feeling her passions rise higher and higher. She knew it wouldn't be long before her pussy lips snapped together in the final orgiastic clasp of passion.
"Well, I read a lot of books on the subject," Larry said, withdrawing his mouth for a second. "I've always wanted to do this, but I was always too scared."
"Well, I've forced you to do it, haven't I Larry? And I'm going to force you many more times in the future, isn't that right?"
"Oh yes, Carmine, yes. I'll do anything you ask." Larry hungrily reburied his head between Carmine's jet black thighs and continued his licking and sucking.
He tried extending his tongue as far into the black wench as it would go, but he didn't have a big tongue and suddenly he felt his tongue almost squeezed to death in Carmine's monstrous orgasm. Gobs of pussy juice flowed into Larry's mouth and he readily swallowed the gooey stuff. It tasted tangy and wonderful to him, not like anything he'd ever had before in his whole life. He was sure that there was nothing quite like the wild black cunt of a rock and roll singer. He was proud to be her groupie.
"Come on and get up now, Larry. We've got to get to the theater," Carmine said lifting her leg over Larry's head and pulling her black panties up onto her. "Why don't you drive the rest of the way, Larry. I'm a little worn out. Do you know the way?"
"Yes, I know it," Larry said, eager to have a chance at showing Carmine his driving skills.
He was glad he pleased her with his expert tongue work. It was nice to know that the book he secretly read in his father's library came to some practical use. He wondered silently if his father ever did anything like that. It certainly didn't seem likely that the old buffoon would be able to do anything that required any delicacy or concentration. His father was such a clumsy oaf, not like him, a ballet dancer.
Larry leaped out the side of the truck and ran around to the driver's side. He got in and started up the engine. Carmine nestled herself in the seat and stared out the window as the truck roared off.
"Take it easy," Carmine said, as Larry immediately obeyed.
He slowed the truck slightly and took the turns easy. They weren't too far from the theater and it was almost eight o'clock. He mulled over in his mind the incredible experience that he'd just been through. The white girls he'd been with previous to Carmine now seemed so weak and indecisive. How thrilling it was to have a black monster direct you and how even more exciting it was to obey their every command and voice inflection.
Chills ran up and down Larry's spine when he thought about the new world he'd been introduced to and silently said a prayer in thanks to his wonderful friend Peter and to the fact that he would now be able to live his life with greater fulfillment than he'd ever known before.
"Alright, let's get the stuff off the truck in a hurry," one of the stage hands from the theater screamed as Larry backed the truck up to the stage entrance.
Butch, Eddie, and Billy all leaped out of the truck and started quickly handing out the equipment. Carmine watched them, amazed at how serious they had gotten all of a sudden.
"Come on, Larry," Carmine said to her new white love slave as she led him through the stage door. "I'll get you a seat up front."
"Oh, that would be fabulous," Larry said, his eyes sparkling and rolling back in his head.
The touch of Carmine's black flesh on his skin sent tingling sensations rebounding through his brain and he suddenly wished she would grab his anemic cock and mold it into a fighting monster.
"Can we get together after the show?" Larry asked earnestly, afraid now to be left alone, not knowing what to do without the protection afforded him by this towering Amazon.
He wondered how he'd ever existed before without the protection of such a creature. He would have to call Peter and see exactly what he was doing and how he handled himself since meeting this black beast. Had he entrusted himself to the care of another black creature in the interim? Had she continued to see him? How had his life changed?
"We'll see after the concert, Larry. I'll have to see how I feel. Why don't you come back to my dressing room after the show?" Carmine said, looking for her dressing room. She was anxious to get into her outfit and get on with the show.
"I'll do that," Larry said eagerly.
"Can you fix my friend here up with a good seat?" Carmine said to the theater director who had just walked up to her.
"I think so," the big man said rudely. "But hurry up and get your equipment set up. We're late already."
"Okay, but where's my dressing room, I've got to change," Carmine said.
"Right over there," the big man said, pointing a long, lanky finger down the corridor and leading Larry away at the same time.
"Bye," Larry yelled, "and good luck."
"Thanks," Carmine yelled back as she strolled into her dressing room.
It was a small room, but it had plenty of lights and make-up sticks. She immediately took her blouse and skirt off and put on her sheer black pants. She left her black panties on and then threw her sheer black silken blouse over her shoulders. Her breasts were almost completely visible through it and she put on a robe so the stage director or theater owner couldn't nix her outfit at the last minute. She figured that she'd throw off the robe at the last second just before the band stepped on stage.
"You almost set, Carmine?" Eddie asked, sticking his head into her dressing room.
"Yeah, just about," Carmine answered. "I just want to fix my hair."
"Okay, we'll be in the room next door. Someone will come and get you when we're ready to go on." Eddie slammed the door and walked back to the room in which Butch and Billy were both waiting, strumming on their respective guitars, trying to limber up their fingers.
"I've got to fix my drums, guys. I'll yell when I'm ready," Eddie screamed in the door. They didn't bother to look up and Billy took the last swig from his cheap wine bottle.
"Are you part of Carmine's band?" a pretty voice said as a slim, hippy-dressed girl sauntered into the room. She wore no bra and had heavy make-up on. She was followed by another similarly dressed damsel with green eye shadow and extra long fingernails.
"Yes, that's right," Butch said, looking up vacant-eyed at the girls but still strumming his instrument.
"Are you the welcoming committee?" Billy drawled, now a little drunk again from the wine he had gulped. He walked unsteadily over to the finely dressed girls and looked at them crazily.
"Well, you might say that," the first girl giggled. "My name's Brenda, and that's Fay," she continued, pointing to the girl behind her with the green eye shadow.
"Well, how do you do," Billy said loudly, grabbing Brenda and crushing her slim body to his. She seemed to fold right up against him and all her fine clothes seemed to take up no space between their bodies.
"Ohhh, your hands are cold," Brenda giggled as Billy quickly shoved his palm up the back of Brenda's short skirt and felt her small ass.
He pushed his forefinger right down between her legs and inserted it under her panties, jamming it toward her pussy opening.
"You sure are a fast worker," Brenda said as Fay came over and leaned on the wall near where Billy and Brenda were carrying on.
"That's me," Billy answered as he felt his finger shove up into Brenda's warm, slimy insides. "You are a warm girl tonight."
"Just for you," Brenda said, kissing Billy as he became further aroused at the girl's acquiescence.
He tried jamming his finger further and further into the girl as she began to wiggle her whole body as she stood there. Fay looked on approvingly, hoping Butch would make some type of advance on her and feeling a little hurt that he seemed so preoccupied with his guitar. She remained quiet, affecting a shy manner and continued to watch her friend squirm under the firm probing of drunken Billy's finger.
"Let's do it here before the concert," Billy yelled suddenly.
His cock had grown immensely from the effect of this accommodating girl, and he couldn't conceive of letting such an opportunity slip away.
"Please take your clothes off," Billy screamed uncontrollably as he pulled at the filmy apparel the slim girl was wearing.
"I'm getting it off as fast as I can," Brenda screamed back, laughing all the while. "Help me, Fay, I've got to do this quick."
"Alright," Fay said, jumping to her friend's aid, helping her pull off her blouse and bra and yank down her panties. "How about you, big boy?" Fay said turning to Billy who still had his clothes on. "Let me take yours off."
Fay began unbuttoning Billy's shirt and pants while Billy mindlessly groped for the naked Brenda. Brenda had small knobby tits and a lean body. The only things which stuck out on her were her little ass and her small round stomach which puffed slightly and was good to he on while in the sexual act.
Billy reached around her small body, shoving his thick-skinned hand between the thin girl's legs and pushing as many fingers as he could into her slimy crack. Brenda held firmly onto Billy's front while Fay carefully pulled his clothes off. She rubbed her protruding stomach above Billy's pubis.
"Wrap your legs around me, honey. We can do it standing up," Billy suggested as Fay had managed to pull the last scrap of clothing from his body. His pants were at his feet and his shoes were still on, but otherwise he was completely nude.
"Fabulous!" Brenda said as Billy gripped both her buttocks and raised her close to him.
Brenda lifted both her long skinny legs and wrapped them around Billy's naked waist and squeezed hard. She felt his stubby, scaly cock punch around at her fleshless pussy and finally plunge into the wide gap opening. It was so well used that elephant cocks would have no trouble entering this thin girl's gaping hole.
Billy felt his cock sloshing around inside of this long skinny thing and wondered how such a thin girl could have so much room inside her.
If he stood very still as he jammed his cock in and out of the skinny hippy chick, he could even feel the tip of his own dick right through the skin of her little stomach. How close to her surface he was!
He rammed harder and harder, trying to feel more of what his cock was doing to the girl. She clutched onto his neck, her long hippy curls falling down around his shoulders and her spider-like arms beginning to choke him. Her heels seemed to be digging right in between the cheeks of his ass and he could feel pressure on his asshole.
"What are you doing, Billy?" Butch said suddenly, walking over to watch the screwing couple.
"What do you think they're doing?" Fay said seductively, who until now was just standing and watching Brenda have all the fun.
"They look like they're screwing to me," Butch said quickly. "Perhaps you would like to get in on the action?"
Fay shrugged, not wanting to seem too anxious.
"Okay, come here," Butch yelled, grabbing Fay roughly and kissing and squeezing her ferociously in his arms. She made no attempt to resist and went limp as he kissed her. "I'll show you a thing or two," Butch said angrily, shoving Fay to her knees and unzipping his green leather pants to spring forth his thin and long pencil-shaped dick.
It shot out strong and hard and Fay immediately went for it like a fish to water. It fit easily into her big mouth and Butch's green pants matched very well Fay's green eye shadow. Butch noticed the color complement and thought that this activity might make a good regular part of the act. It's colorful anyway and it would drive the audience wild.
It was, in the meantime, driving him wild, as obviously this Fay chick had many a dick in her mouth in her day. A professional group cocksucker has no peer and certainly Fay was a professional. Butch wondered vaguely in the rising fog passion of his mind if she was employed by the theater or whether she would be free to travel along with them back to their pad. Or maybe she could be commissioned to be in the dressing room before their next gig, if they ever had another gig, that is.
"You're doin' me great, baby," Butch managed to groan as he knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his full load of come down her throat.
"Hey Fay, what's happenin' kid," Brenda yelled while Billy continued to hold her aloft, bouncing her up and down on his thickly erect penis. "Look at me way up here, Fay."
But Butch gripped Fay's head and held it firmly so his cock wouldn't slip out of her mouth. It was getting close to explosion time and he didn't want any interruptions.
"Ughmph," Billy groaned loudly. "Oohh." His moans filled the room and the place sounded like a stable full of grunting animals.
"Okay, show time! Let's go! Everybody out on stage!" the manager screamed as he briskly stepped into the room unastonished by the scene before him.
"Come on, let's break it up and get out there," he continued walking about and tapping Butch and Billy respectively on the shoulders.
"Oh nooo," Butch moaned as Fay pulled her head back and his long saliva-dripping dick slipped from between her lips.
"Maybe we could finish up at intermission," Fay said sensibly.
"Yeah, great," Butch said, lifting his guitar gently and walking with it from the room.
Fay brushed back her long hair and wiped her mouth on the side of her sleeve. She wore a sheer purple-colored pants suit and didn't mind getting it a little stained. Butch hadn't come in her mouth and she appreciated how frustrated he must feel having to go on stage now and play with a giant hard-on, ready to shoot off at any moment. She vowed to make it up to him at intermission.
"Come on, get your clothes on," the manager continued to order Billy whose eyes were closed, unnoticing the manager's urgings. "Let's go. Don't you hear me?" the guy yelled into Billy's ear.
Suddenly, Billy's head turned sideways and his eyes were partly opened. "What did you say? Can't you see I'm busy?" Billy said.
He could feel his cock about ready to burst within this skinny Brenda that he held so easily aloft, and wanted to fill her whole insides with his sperm. He liked the way her experienced pussy muscles gripped his cock and helped balance her on him.
"I've got a show to run!" the manager screamed angrily, pulling Brenda by the neck and wrenching her backwards out away from Billy's nude chest.
"Let go of her you mother fucker!" Billy screamed loudly, feeling a great wrath rise within his soul. He couldn't stand for anyone to interrupt his sex sessions and he wasn't about to let this guy ruin his current actions with the skinny Brenda.
"Let's go!" the manager said louder, pulling at Brenda's leg and detaching it from Billy's waist. Brenda was forced to loosen her leg grip around Billy and his cock flipped up and out of the girl.
"Okay, you mother fucker, you asked for it!" Billy screamed in a fitful frenzy.
He removed his hands from Brenda's buttocks, moved his nude body back from her and, with a vicious swing of his heavily muscled arm, pounded the side of the manager's head, knocking him to the dressing floor and out cold.
"That'll teach that asshole to mess with me when I'm in the middle of something!" Billy said emphatically.
He groped for his pants and drunkenly pulled them on. He buttoned his shirt slowly while he looked down at the theater manager laying sprawled out on his back on the floor.
"Wow!" Brenda said, still nude and sitting down on a small wooden chair. "You really smacked that guy good."
"Damn right I did," Billy said as he continued to dress. "But he deserved it just like any other guy who does that to me deserves it."
"Let's go, Billy," Eddie said, leaning his head into the dressing room. "My God! What happened?" he exclaimed in a shocked voice as he saw the theater manager laid out.
"The guy started to get pushy with me so I set him straight," Billy said nonchalantly. He grabbed his bass guitar and was ready to go.
"But you might've wrecked our chances for more gigs here," Eddie moaned. "Oh well, let's get going. We've got to go on now, anyway."
Billy followed Eddie out the door. Eddie walked the few feet to Carmine's dressing room while Billy walked out onto the dimly lit stage to survey the audience. Butch was already there fiddling with his guitar and Billy started tuning up with him.
There was a big crowd tonight. They had all come to hear the feature group called, The Frogs and really weren't too interested in Carmine and her group. The audience hardly paid any attention to the two people on the stage tuning. They wanted the featured act. Little did they realize what the real feature of the evening would be.
"Carmine, we're ready. Let's go," Eddie screamed through Carmine's dressing room door.
She was completely ready and quickly walked out of the room with her floor length robe covering most all of what she wore. Eddie had proceeded her onto the stage and she waited in the wings for the lights to go up so she could make a grand entrance and fling off the robe.
She felt a little unsteady in her black spiked high-heeled shoes, but she knew that she could always kick them off into the audience when things got hot. She wondered momentarily where the stage manager was who signaled the start of the performances, but things seemed to be running along without him and she quickly forgot about him.
"And now ladies and gentlemen," Carmine suddenly heard over the loud speaker system, "that great new singing sensation, that great talent whose voice is sweeping the nation, here she is live and in person, Carminnneee!"
Carmine bounced out onto the stage as well as she was able to in her heels and flung off the robe. She quickly grabbed the mike and launched into I Want You To Be My Baby, shaking her tits all the while as the audience gasped, not believing that they were seeing real live black tits swinging before their eyes. The audience was young and not used to such bold attire so brazenly flaunted.
Luckily Butch and Eddie were on the ball and the beat was tight and the guitar playing wild. Billy fumbled mostly with his bass notes, creating mostly a deep bass rumbling, but it didn't seem to clash with the overall stunning effect of the group.
"I want youuuu ... I want you nowwww," Carmine screeched fiercely into the mike, almost drowning out the entire band and shaking her black tits effectively.
She could see everybody in the audience straining to get a glimpse of her and she knew that if they could only keep the music spicy all through the set, they would come off okay.
She did a last few hops and tit flounces before ending the song in a screech which blended with some fine work that Butch was doing on his guitar. Eddie provided the final cymbal and snare rolls to put the finishing touches on the song, and the audience got the idea and started to clap. Carmine immediately turned away from them. She didn't want to expose all of herself while she wasn't singing. She wanted her tits to have a special effect. She didn't want them to go to waste just hanging there.
"Okay guys, that was great," Carmine said quickly to her group. "Now let's do something slow. How about Come To Me? I'll start it and you guys just come in. Come on, Billy, get with us." Billy was gazing out at the crowd, unmindful of Carmine's directives.
Carmine quickly turned to the audience and started the song. The light blue spotlight was on her and twinklings of it reflected on her pointy nipples.
Carmine was aware as she started the introduction in her most soulful voice of the intense rustling in the crowd. They obviously all wanted to get a good view of some black tit. All these white kids had never seen anything like it.
Carmine wondered fleetingly if the light guy who focused the spot on her realized the effect it was having on the audience. He probably couldn't even see what she was wearing. But she guessed it was okay because she hadn't seen the manager in the wings or anyone motioning to her to quit the gyrations.
Eddie and Billy joined in after eight measures. How the hell Billy remembered to come in, Carmine wondered! Then after eight more, Butch started a slow, whinny sound on his guitar. Carmine kept grinding her hips slowly to the firm steady beat of Eddie's drum sticks and shook her breasts just enough so they swayed in a pendulum fashion, lulling and hypnotizing the audience, causing their gaze to focus squarely on the tits of the black creature, and making them unable to resist any provocative new movements made by the black star.
"Piecease coomme to meee," Carmine sang, ending the song on her knees, her long black legs spread apart and her head and chest thrown back, causing her tits to stick firmly up in the air.
The applause started and Carmine quickly leaped up and turned to the band and told them the next number to play. They played four more songs and Carmine used her breasts and black ass in every way imaginable to get the audience to respond to her.
She wanted Eddie's drum beat to be as engaging as possible so the guys in the audience would feel driven to leap up on the stage and try to grab onto her. But she felt that she might have intimidated the guys by her commanding voice and lyrics and felt that that was the reason why there wasn't any rush for the stage. Finally, the climax came with Paddy Boy Party Doll. Carmine knew this had to do it.
"Commonn n' be my paadyyy boyyy . . . " she began shrieking wildly and shaking her tits in tremendous shimmying and vibrating movements.
As the band launched into the full song with tremendous gusto, Carmine caught sight of someone in the wings making wild gestures. It was the manager and he looked crazed with anger, but Carmine wasn't going to stop now. She sung harder, yelled louder, and bounced her tits up and down with a new intenseness that matched Eddie's now undeniably incessant drum beat.
The audience was starting to respond and hands started to clap. Carmine moved to the beat screaming the words to the song over and over again. In a final song crescendo, she flung her sheer blouse over her head and out into the crowd and pranced her wild, black body around the stage. She kicked her shoes into the spectators in the first row and dared them to come up after her.
"Be my paddyyyy boy paaarrtyy dolll!" she commanded, pointing her finger menacingly at various audience members as they either yelled frantically at her or cringed in their seats.
"I want to! I want to!" some voices began to scream back as Carmine knew she had them.
"Come on, come on!" Carmine screamed again as Eddie's drum beat incessantly on and Carmine's naked tits shook and flashed about the stage.
Her jungle movements and black beat were driving the white audience wild. This black fierce female animal was actually daring the white boys to come up on the stage and get her, and she was half naked to accept them.
The combination of the fiercely wild black female, her naked grey-black tits swaying and shaking enticingly, and the rampant jungle beat, drove the audience crazy. This was what they had always imagined the black female creature to be-primitive and dominant, driven by the beat of savage drums and sounds.
White boys began to rush the stage and try to fall at her feet, begging to be commanded by this black female power.
"Stop it! Stop it!" the stage manager was yelling from the sidelines as Carmine and her band kept up the steady frenzied beat.
The audience was going crazy and white boys with blown minds were flinging themselves at Carmine's feet. She danced away from them, still shaking her bare breasts and encouraging Eddie to beat the drums harder. She wanted the whole house to descend into the wilds of darkest Africa and feel that they were actually taken back to the primitive days of the jungle. She wanted the people all to feel wild and crazy.
"Stop it!" the manager kept screaming.
Finally, he ran over to the curtain boy and forced him to drop the curtain and turn the house lights on. All was bedlam out front.
"Bring her back! Bring her back!" the audience began screaming and clapping their hands. "We want Carmine! We want Carmine! " The manager rushed out front of the curtain.
"Did you like them?" he yelled into the mike.
"Yeeeesss!" came back the loud roar of the crowd.
"Well, we'll try to have Carmine back real soon to entertain us, don't you worry about that. Now you just sit real tight in your chairs because The Frogs are goin' to be hoppin' out here any minute now."
"Yayyyy," the kids screamed, their enthusiasm for Carmine sufficiently diverted to the star-billed group.
Carmine rushed to her dressing room and locked the door as the curtain dropped. She was pleased with herself and knew that even if the manager was a little upset, at least the reviewers in the audience wouldn't disregard the crowd's reaction to her. They would have to get some good reviews. And the band didn't do so bad either. Even Billy seemed to get the chord changes, drunk as he was.
She settled in a chair and tried to catch her breath. Sweat ran down from her armpits and her whole long body heaved from exhaustion. But this concert had done it. This one would break them into the big time. Carmine was certain of it.
The band had surprised her. It was better than she expected, and if it hadn't been for Eddie's dynamic drumming, the crowd rush might not have started. So at least they couldn't blame all the commotion on some bare tits.
Carmine smiled to herself in great satisfaction. She knew that all she had to do now was sit back and wait. But she didn't have to wait long. There was a loud pounding on the door and she got up to answer it.
CHAPTER SIX
THE AFTERMATH
"Who is it?" Carmine yelled, not wanting to open the door to just anybody.
"It's the manager!" a growling voice screamed through the door. "You and your band of thugs get the hell out of here, understand?"
"Wait'll I get dressed," Carmine shot back, wondering why he was so perturbed about a little bare tit in the show.
The audience dug her and that was really all that should matter. Carmine changed back into her skirt and long-sleeved shirt and stuffed her performing outfit into her little carrying case. There was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Carmine said quietly.
"Monti," a soft voice answered back.
"Who?" Carmine said bewildered.
"Monti DeRuso," the soft voice said again. "I just want to meet you and give you some flowers. I enjoyed your performance so much. Please let me see you."
"Just a second," Carmine said reaching to open the door. She was flattered to have fans pounding on her dressing room door.
"Hi," she said as Monti handed her a large bouquet of snow white gardenias. Their fragrance was delightful and Carmine hugged them to her face.
"I just had to get them for you," Monti gushed. "Your performance was so thrilling for me." Monti moved into the room and stood gripping his hands together.
He was a tall guy with jet black hair and rosy skin. He had on a suit with a vest and was well groomed. The pale skin of his cheeks clashed with his black eyes and hair and he seemed to blush and cringe as he stood before Carmine.
"Why thank you," Carmine said graciously, turning deliberately from him and swinging her big black buttocks in front of him as she walked over to put the flowers in a vase on the dressing table. "I didn't know I had such ardent admirers," Carmine said enticingly.
She figured that this guy would grovel easily before her and she now felt like celebrating her successful stage performance with a little fleshly stimulation and gratification.
"Oh, well," the tall, dark guy stammered, staring at Carmine's feet. "I never saw you until today and ..."
"I understand," Carmine said quickly, wanting to help the helpless guy out. "You just never saw anyone like me before."
"Oh, I've seen people like you before," Monti quickly blurted, "but never on stage like that. Usually its been in the street or some place private."
Carmine understood now. Monti was an experienced love slave in need of a master. He could tell that she was right for him from watching her performance and couldn't stop himself from coming back stage to throw himself before the black woman.
"Why don't you come with me for the night," Carmine said sternly to the shy white creature walking slowly up to him and staring slightly upward into his face.
"Well, I don't think ..."
"Certainly you can," Carmine insisted, thinking fleetingly about the length of his cock. "Come with me and you'll have nothing to worry about."
"I will," Monti said suddenly, straightening up.
"That's good," Carmine said, "and you'll take me out on the town, too. I want to celebrate my performance victory by visiting some fine night spots. Then maybe we can check into a hotel somewhere and get down to some serious business. How's your cock, big boy? Feeling powerful tonight?"
"Oh yes, ah, I mean no," the tall man said, confused. "Anything you say, Carmine."
Carmine could tell from the way the man was dressed and from his expensive shoes that he probably had money to burn. He could take her out and afterward she'd drive him to his knees in the most expensive hotel in town. She was going to celebrate like she'd never done before.
"We're gettin' out of here," Eddie screamed suddenly through the door to Carmine. "The manager's threatened to call the cops! They already had to take some people away in ambulances!"
"Go on," Carmine screamed back to him, "I'm well taken care of."
"We'll use Larry's truck," Eddie screamed back. "He hasn't showed up and he might have been one of the people trampled in the rush for the stage."
"Well, we'll read about it in the papers tomorrow," Carmine said. "See you later."
Carmine wondered briefly about Larry and how he probably got run over in the stage rush. It probably wasn't a good idea to get him a seat so near the front, him being so weak-willed and all.
He probably saw her black tits and lost all control of himself, thinking all the time that he probably had first choice because he was a personal friend of the performer. He probably fought like a terror to get a hold of one of the black swinging tits. Carmine felt sorry for the poor guy.
"Let's go, Monti," Carmine said suddenly, grabbing her suitcase and heading for the door. All of a sudden the phone on the other side of the room began to ring. "I wonder who that could be," Carmine said as she sauntered over to it.
"Hello?" she said cautiously into the receiver.
"Hello Carmine, honey. Your fat friend here. Hear you did great at the gig tonight. Got all kinds of reports on how you just about knocked 'em dead."
"Yeah, that's right, Fat Man. I told you we'd do it."
"Now listen, Carmine. How 'bout me linin' up a few dance gigs for you and the boys to spread your fame around. Your future looks pretty good to me."
"That sounds great!" Carmine said enthusiastically.
"But how 'bout a little more persuasion, Carmine honey? You know I can't forget the last time."
"No thanks, Fat Man. No persuasion this time. You got your fat fingers into my pussy for the last time. You'll be making enough money off us from now on to eliminate the extra curricular activities."
"Okay Carmine, it was only a suggestion. Why don't I give you a ring when I get the jobs arranged? They should start within a month."
"Great," Carmine said, "but make sure they're mostly for white audiences. I need lots of white males in the audience for the act to go over right."
"Right on, Carmine. I'll keep in touch. See ya."
"Bye, Fat Man," Carmine said, hanging up the receiver and standing by the phone for a moment, thinking about their new found fame.
This was going better than she'd even anticipated and maybe she'd continue working on that song and maybe the band could record it! That would be fabulous!
She turned and saw Monti standing by the door waiting for her. She had completely forgotten about him during her conversation with the Fat Man.
"Listen Monti, why don't you get your car and bring it around to the stage entrance. I'll wait for you there. You do have a car, don't you?"
"Well, I use the company car. I'm an interior decorator for a large firm. I like to go to these rock and roll concerts to get an idea of the style of things, you know. I've never liked the music so much as tonight, though. Usually I prefer the ballet."
"Perhaps you know Larry," Carmine said whimsically.
"Larry? I don't think so. Is he a dancer or something?"
"Oh, never mind," Carmine said, getting a little disgusted with this helpless creature. "Just get your car and bring it around back. I'll be waiting for you."
"Alright. See you in a second," Monti said, rushing from the room.
Carmine walked out behind him holding her little carrying case and walked next door to the other dressing room.
"Are you guys in there?" she screamed as loud blares of music and laughter almost drowned out her voice. She pushed open the door and walked in on an orgy scene.
"I thought you were leaving?" Carmine said to Eddie who was jamming his dick into the mouth of a young hippy girl.
"I was, but I couldn't resist this," Eddie said. "I didn't know if these chicks would come along in the truck, and besides, they want to wait for the guys from The Frogs. Evidently they like to fuck with them. We're just warming them up a little.
Also, we did such a great job that they're giving us a little action on the gamble that we'll make it real big soon and they'll have been the first ones to swallow our come. They're sort of speculating on us, they don't want to let a potentially good thing get away and we don't want to let some good ass slip us by. So, here we are!"
"But what about the cops?" Carmine said, continuing to look over the room.
She noticed Billy's big hulk completely nude with two half nude girls hanging off him. He was standing up with one girl's leg twisted about his neck, her pussy crammed right into his face.
The other girl was on her knees and was manipulating Billy's cock with her jaws. His hands held the shoulders of the girl whose legs were around his neck and whose snatch he was eating. Her head reached almost down to where the second chick had her mouth on Billy's cock and she helped her lick his bushy pubic area. They seemed to immensely enjoy what they were doing.
"The cops won't come," Eddie said as he now found it hard to concentrate on any questions. "Even though Billy busted him in the jaw, he still won't call the cops. He's making too much money out of this place to risk having the cops look it over and maybe close it on some technical building violation or something."
"Billy hit him?!" Carmine said, astonished.
"Yeah, didn't you know that?" Eddie said, now shoving his cock in and out of the little groupie's mouth who worked expertly on it, sucking it with the exact amount of power to make it tingle and bulge.
"I didn't realize that," Carmine said, half to herself, gazing about the room again and now catching sight of Butch talking to a whole group of pretty girls in the corner.
The girls all had very long hair and were clad in the latest hippy bead and coat fashions. They must've been a hit if this many girls were around immediately after their show to welcome and provide for them.
Carmine wondered for a moment about Billy's hitting the manager. That would explain why he wasn't around when she went on stage and that would also explain why he didn't drop the curtain sooner when he saw her outfit.
The light man evidently thought that everything, the act and the outfit, were approved and that's why he kept the spot on her and didn't bother disrupting the show in any way. It was sure lucky to have Billy drunk at times, Carmine thought. Billy was the real one responsible for the band's success. If he hadn't flattened the manager, the show might never have gone on.
"See you around," Carmine said to Eddie whose head was completely thrown back now. His eyes were rolling crazily about in his head and Carmine didn't expect an answer. "Don't let the equipment get stolen," Carmine said as she looked down in parting at the pretty young girl who worked so well on Eddie's cock.
It was the same Fay that had done Butch so well before the show, but had now deserted to Eddie. Butch didn't mind now, though because at least four girls of all shapes and sizes surrounded him. He could have his pick of the litter.
Carmine glanced back and saw Eddie's warped cock bulge and burst with a giant gob of sperm into Fay's mouth. She shut the dressing room door as she heard Fay scream with delight at the bitter sweet taste of it. Carmine walked to the stage entrance and immediately saw Monti waiting straight-backed and obediently for her.
"Hi. I began to wonder about you," Monti said, fawning before her. "I began to think you would stand me up."
"Don't be silly," Carmine said, walking down the steps in front of him to the pavement. "Where's the car?"
"Right there," Monti said, pointing nervously to a brand new Cadillac. "Do you like H?"
"Marvelous," Carmine said, opening the door herself and sliding in.
This seemed all too good to be true: a good concert, a promise of some more gigs, and now a new subject to be added to her slowly growing harem of love slaves. Maybe Monti would decorate her apartment for free. But there was no maybe about it. All she had to do was order him.
"Let's go up to the Neckbone Cafe," Carmine suggested immediately after Monti easily started the big car and pulled it into the street.
"Anything you say, Carmine," Monti said, frightened now at being finally alone with the black creature and completely at her mercy. He'd been in this situation many times before, but had never been able to get over the feeling of doom that always preceded his acquiescent adventures.
"What do you do besides decorate houses, Monti?" Carmine said, now leaning against the car door and eyeing her new found conquest.
"Well, I'm married and have two children, but of course my wife doesn't know anything about this," Monti smiled hesitantly. "She's very mean to me and turns my own children against me. She doesn't think I'm manly enough and yells at me right in front of them. How do you like that? A wife yelling at a husband right in front of his own kids?"
"Why, that's simply disgusting," Carmine said. "And now you're going to show her that you don't have to come home every night and take that kind of stuff from her, aren't you?"
"That's right," Monti said in the angriest tone that Carmine had heard him use all evening.
"Well, we'll show her that she doesn't have the control over you that she thinks she does." Carmine moved closer to Monti and touched his arm with her black hand. "You have such smooth white skin, Monti," Carmine said as she touched Monti's hand as it gripped the steering wheel.
"Please don't touch me while I'm driving, Carmine. I can hardly keep a grip on the wheel," Monti said, quaking in fear.
"I understand," Carmine said. "I understand perfectly." She sat straight up in the seat and placed her hand on Monti's knee. His foot seemed to react by slamming down on the gas pedal. "I just want to give you a little preview of the things I have in store for you this evening, Monti. I just wanted you to be excited about our coming evening together."
"Oh, I am excited, I am!" Monti said quickly, feeling the firm fingers of Carmine's black hand on his knee.
He drove as best he could and pulled up in front of the cafe. An attendant parked the car while Carmine and he walked into the cafe and had a large meal of Cornish hen and squid.
All through the meal Monti's mind raced relentlessly out of control. What if someone he knew would see him here with this black savage? His secret would be uncovered! But this was an obscure place and he seemed to settle down after he noticed that the clientele were mostly white men with black women. Carmine had known what she was doing when she picked this place for supper.
His mind settled down and he enjoyed his dish of boiled squid livers while he stared at Carmine across the table. She was the epitome of what he wanted in a master. She was tall, lean, and black, and sat so straight and proud while she ate. No food dribbled from the sides of her mouth and no peas slopped off her plate onto the table cloth. She was in complete control of everything she did and he couldn't wait for the meal to end and for her to lead him to a fine hotel where she would take complete advantage of him.
"That was a fine meal," Monti said as he and Carmine waited outside for the car.
"It was wonderful, Monti. Thank you for taking me to such an elegant place," Carmine said, shivering slightly in the cool night air.
The car pulled swiftly up driven by a Negro attendant. He eyed Carmine suspiciously as he opened the door for her and she slid into the front seat. She winked at him as he closed it and he smiled as Monti gave him a big tip. Monti then walked around and got in the driver's seat.
"Head up to the Townhouse Hotel," Carmine said. "That's the best one I can think of. Or maybe you'd rather just come on down to my place? You can get some ideas on how to redecorate it. I should be getting that done."
"That sounds wonderful," Monti said, happy to be able to assert some of his knowledge before he was forced cringing to his knees by the black female. He wanted to see her place. He wanted to see how a performer lived.
Monti drove the car steadily to Carmine's pad and he swiftly parked the car.
"The company gives you this car?" Carmine asked as she opened the car door herself and got out.
"Yep," Monti said quickly, "and they also pay for my meals when I take prospective clients out to be entertained."
"I guess that means me," Carmine said, leading the way up the narrow stairs to her apartment.
She was determined to have Monti do all the work tonight. She didn't want to have to bother with reprimanding him or having to adjust original orders in the middle of their sex actions. She hoped Monti was as experienced as he sounded. His wife must've forced him into this many times and he should know exactly what to do and what to expect.
Carmine felt her black pussy lips moisten as she thought about the tall white man thumping the wooden steps behind her. She hoped his dick was snow white as well as straight and tall. She wanted a mammoth white cock inside her, a white whale of a dick, a Moby Dick.
"Here we are, Monti," Carmine said opening the door of her small apartment and immediately rushing in and flopping on the bed.
Monti walked in behind her uncertainly, looking around. He shut the door and the room was pitch black. He stumbled over some furniture.
"Wh, Where's the light?" Monti stammered, feeling afraid again and fumbling around at the wall.
He didn't want to be alone in the dark with the black creature even though he secretly wanted her to assault him. He secretly wished she'd pounce on him and get this constant uncertainty out of his brain. He was tortured on the one hand by terror of the black creature, and an incessant desire to be commanded and raped by her on the other.
"On the wall near the chair," Carmine's voice boomed out in the dark.
Monti fumblingly found the light and when he switched it on saw Carmine lying stark nude on her bed, her black pussy bush thrusting upward and out at him. For a second, he was scared by it. It represented to him a wild new tangle to get involved in and he was fearful of losing his cock in the vines of the kinky brambles.
"How do you like the decor?" Carmine asked softly, straining her pubic hump skyward, making her arching movements the first thing to catch his eye.
"Err, just wonderful," Monti replied starting to sweat and waiting for his first commands.
He stared at the black Carmine and noticed how well her black skin blended in with the pussy hair clumps. It was hard to tell where one left off and another began, the hairs beginning almost imperceptibly just below the belly button and then arising in a mammoth growth at her cunt hump, everything all one shade of black-black on black to be exact.
Only the textures of this black beauty seemed to change from skin to hair. From the rough black skin of the arms and neck to the smooth skin of the belly, to the tangled kinky pubic hair-all was jet black. Only the greyish breasts capped with darker nipples interrupted the one tone color continuation of Carmine's skin color. From a professional point of view, Monti was fascinated.
"Take your clothes off and come to me, Monti," Carmine said softly, reaching out gently for him with her hand.
"I don't think I can," Monti stammered, stumbling over to the bed and sitting on it, burying his head in Carmine's firm stomach. "I feel so weak in front of you. Please do it for me."
Monti climbed onto the bed and stretched out full length beside Carmine. Carmine sat up and began undoing his tie.
"Oh my God, oh God," Monti mumbled as Carmine worked on getting his clothes off. "Oh please, oh God!" Monti continued to babble in a trance-like mum bo jumbo.
Carmine was aware of the sweat running down his neck and face as she removed his shirt and noticed the surprisingly thick growth of hair on his chest. She wasn't used to having long slaves with so much chest hair. Usually their hair was like the pink skin of babies. But Monti seemed to be some kind of love slave freak. He even seemed more helpless than the others. Carmine was weary of undressing him and she wished he would at least do that.
"Take off the rest of your clothes yourself," Carmine screamed suddenly, realizing that he would have to follow her every whim.
"Oh yes, Carmine," Monti said quickly. "Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to make you do any unnecessary work. Please forgive me, Carmine. Oh please do."
"I forgive you," Carmine said, lying back down on the bed and raising her knees.
Monti stood tall beside the bed looking at the black creature while he tore at his own clothing, pulling it off as quickly as possible. Finally, he was nude except for his underwear and he hesitated at that point.
"Well, go on," Carmine said, puzzled at his pause. "Aren't you going to pull down your underwear?"
"You do that, please Carmine. I want you to do it," Monti pleaded, tears almost running down his face.
This was a little strange and Carmine couldn't understand his reluctance to do it himself. She could already see the fine bulge of his cock and knew in her heart that it would be a fine, strong shaft.
"Alright, Monti, I'll do it," Carmine said reaching over with one hand and tugging on his underpants. They slid down easily and a monstrous lily-white cock sprang forth surrounded by perfumed fluffs of purple pubic hair. Carmine was astonished, to say the least.
"Do you like it?" Monti asked pleadingly. "Oh, please say you do. Please approve of my pubic preparations. It's perfumed with the delicate fragrance of violets. Isn't it wonderful? I just know a sensitive artist like you would appreciate it."
"It is lovely," Carmine said hesitantly, wondering to herself about the mental balance of this particular love slave.
Well, his cock seemed straight and strong and in the final analysis that's all that matters. She reached over and grabbed the thing. It jutted out straight and true as an arrow and felt firm and fleshy in her black hand.
"Lie down," Carmine said, and Monti immediately obliged, laying flat on his backside next to Carmine.
Carmine sat up and straddled Monti's big chest. She slowly inched her black, lean body upward until her pussy was right on Monti's face. His tongue jutted out into her black crack while his nose breathed the scented hairs of her pussy bush.
Carmine arched her head backwards and let the pussy-licking sensations take their effect. She felt the chilly tingling radiate out from her cunt to her other parts, and when she felt she was just about ready to explode with lust, she eased her pussy away from Monti's experienced tongue and slid her black buttocks over his hairy chest and down to his purple pubic area.
She felt his long white cock scrape along the crack of her ass. She then lifted her black body slightly so the long white rod was at the correct angle to go plunging into the black insides of Carmine's well-greased pussy.
As Carmine hoisted herself above the lily-white cock, she couldn't help but notice the beautiful hue of purple that Monti had so carefully dyed. She wished she had her camera to record this artistic scene and the meeting of the wild black kinky jungled bush with the fluffy purple shag.
She let the weight of her body down on the white cock tip and it burst through her pussy lips into her cunt canal. It felt good sliding up into her and Carmine took one last look at the purple hairs as they met her black ones and then settled down on top of the docile white male to enjoy the stiffness of his one hard organ.
"You've a fine, hard cock, Monti," Carmine told the squirming white man. "I bet your wife loves it."
"Oh, she doesn't appreciate me at all," Monti whimpered. "That's one of the reasons I'm here with you. At least you appreciate how considerate I am. My purple fluff would be a passion provoker for any woman but my wife. I think she stays unaroused on purpose, just to make me feel upset and feel impotent. But my scented shag is a delight to you, isn't it Carmine?"
"Yes, err, it does feel fluffy," Carmine said lazily as she rotated her buttocks on Monti's pointed cock. "Grip me, Monti, and hold onto me tight," Carmine said as she felt her insides near the throbbing point. "Jab me with that long cock of yours, Monti. Jab it all the way into me."
"Yes Carmine, yes. I will. Oh please Carmine, I want to please you. I'll do anything," Monti kept babbling incessantly into Carmine's ear as he pushed upward with his cock and rotated his hips, trying to jam his cock further and further into the black female.
"That's it, that's it Monti! You're doing it!" Carmine screamed as she felt herself begin to go into uncontrollable pussy spasms and clamp tightly with her pussy muscles onto Monti's long, white cock. "You've done it, Monti," Carmine said with a sigh. "Now, that wasn't hard at all, was it?"
"No, it was wonderful," Monti gushed, all smiles and feeling thrilled.
His cock was still hard inside Carmine and he just lay there on his back with the long, black creature on top of him. She had satisfied herself on him and he was happy. He looked around at her apartment and thought of the improvements he could make.
He heard Carmine's breathing become regular and knew she was asleep. He would have to keep in touch with this girl. She was too good to just let slip away. She was a good refuge from his unappreciative wife.
He felt happy having this conquering black creature on top of him and his dick still hard within her. He felt her pussy twitch occasionally on it as she slept.
When Carmine awoke suddenly just before dawn, she found the room dark and Monti gone. She tried to remember what had transpired the night before, but found it hard to concentrate and fell back into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DANCE GIG NO. ONE
"Pleeeasee be my baaabyy," Carmine screeched into the microphone as the couples on the dance floor moved in front of her.
Fat Man had gotten them a series of dance gigs and this first one at the YWCA didn't seem to be going over too well. Carmine did ask for places with lots of white males, but this place was a little too stultifying. Most of these people couldn't seem to relate much to the music and seemed to have trouble dancing. Carmine felt that maybe she wasn't doing a good job.
"Let's try a faster number," Carmine said, turning to the band after the tune sort of petered out. "Let's try Jigaboo Juice Man. That should get them hoppin'."
The band launched into the tune which had a wild driving beat and it did seem that the people wanted to dance, but that they just didn't know how. Larry was the only one who seemed to be out on the dance floor for every number and clapped and screamed the loudest after each was finished.
He had recovered from minor injuries sustained in the crush for the stage during the band's first concert and now looked forward to driving the truck for them and giving Carmine her inevitable pussy licking in the front of the truck before each gig. She was pussy lickin' good, he told her and she sort of liked having a dependable love slave around before each gig.
Monti had disappeared and she hadn't heard from him in weeks. After their first get together he had called her the following day, but she had been busy. She hoped his feelings weren't hurt.
"Yaayy! That was wonderful!" Larry screamed and clapped as the band finished then-song.
A few more kids had ventured out onto the dance floor for that one, but most of them still seemed unable to loosen up. Carmine called for a short intermission and walked down right into the middle of the spectator dancers. She didn't have her sheer clothes on for this gig because she knew it would be an all night affair.
She contented herself with wearing a flimsy blouse with no bra underneath. The protruding of her big nipples was terrifying for most of the males in that place. They had all seemed to be thrown off balance by the appearance of a black woman with discernible nipples. They were embarrassed with their dates which were for the most part, shapeless, pasty-skinned things, frail and ineffective looking, and unable to stand the competition of a wild black woman.
Carmine walked right up to the punch bowl swaying her tits and wagging her ass behind her. The group of plain looking short haired white boys stared at her in amazement. They had never been so close to such a wild African creature. They were terrified.
"Hey," Carmine said suddenly, "some of you guys come with me."
"Us?" some of the boys and men said out loud to her, unable to believe that she was actually directing a phrase at them.
"Yes, you!" Carmine said sternly.
She began to walk toward a side door and walked through it. A group of sheep-like white males followed her, not knowing what she wanted, but too scared to refuse her demand. They looked like a herd of frightened sheep as they followed their black master into a small side room where a bunch of extra chairs were stacked.
"Okay," Carmine said as the timid white group entered. "Now, everybody line up against the wall!" she screamed.
The timid whites didn't know what she wanted, but they obeyed her. They figured that it must be some kind of game that went along with the group's performance. All of the guys plain looking dates stood outside the room chattering among themselves as Carmine walked over to the door and slammed it fiercely in their faces.
"Now pull down your pants!" Carmine screamed suddenly to the group of lined up males. They hesitated for a moment.
"Let's do it, guys," an older, muscled white guy said. "Maybe she can give us some expert advice on our cock sizes and things."
All the other males nodded in agreement. It seemed to make sense that they now had someone before them that knew everything there was to know about cocks and their appropriate sizes and shapes. They would finally get their chance to find out what was wrong with their dicks and what to do about it.
They would also be able to ask all those embarrassing questions that they had never been able to ask their mothers about, and what was wrong with them and why girls never wanted to do it with them. This would be their big chance!
"Yeah, right," a bunch of the guys said as they started to undo their belt buckles.
Pants started dropping to the floor and then guys began pulling their underwear down. The line up was like a bunch of army recruits dropping their trousers before the fierce black female sergeant.
"Me first," a little guy about twenty years old blurted out. He had a crew cut and was chubby.
"Well, that cock isn't even hard," Carmine said, walking over to the short guy and reaching her black hand down to fondle his warm pink white organ. "Surely you can get a hard-on, buster!" Carmine said as she put her hands on her hips and stared direct into the little guy's eyes. "Well, I.. . "
"Forget about him, baby. Look at this," a voice yelled from down the line. Carmine looked over and saw a large white dick sticking out from the line of white guys.
"Now that's more like it," Carmine said. "Let's see you guys all salute me like that dude. Come on," Carmine said, walking along the line of scared white males and fondling each cock until she felt a surge of blood in each one.
She flounced her tits a little in an effort to help some of these guys out. It didn't seem that some of them had hard-ons in years. She could almost hear the cocks creak as they inched upward into outward jutting positions.
"That's it," Carmine said as she walked along the line of men, letting her black hand pat each outstretched cock and making mental notes of the size of each. "Now I'll tell you what your problem is," Carmine said as she stopped at the end of the line and put her hands on her hips. Her tits bounced slightly and all eyes riveted on her vibrating nipples.
"You've got to get hard-ons more often. You've got to shake your cocks around more to get them stimulated and make them grow. It's no wonder that you have so much trouble getting your girlfriends to do anything with you because your dicks have laid limp too long.
"What you've got to do is jangle them more when they're at rest and then when the time comes for them to stretch to full bursting strength, they'll grow into a mile long rod in a minute and you'll never keep a girl waiting."
"But my dick doesn't seem long enough," one man whimpered on the end, staring down at his withered cock.
"It is indeed a stubby thing," Carmine said walking over to the poor specimen of a male and fondling the thing lightly. "What you should do is try stretching it when you're taking a hot bath. As you know, if you take too many hot showers or baths, your cocks will shrink in much the same way that clothes do. Thus, always pull on your cocks when you feel you've taken too many hot showers.
"Cold showers and baths are much more recommended for expanded cock growth and size. But the best cock exercise is dancing. That is, fast dancing alternated with slow dancing. That way, with the fast dance the cock has a chance to dangle and stretch and with the slow dance the cock has a chance to expand to its full length, provided of course that you rub up carefully onto your chosen female partner.
"In this way, the cock stretch attained from the former fast dance dangling will be incorporated immediately into the cock and the cock will not have a chance to shrink to its normally shriveled size. But I would recommend two fast dances before every slow one. That way you get the maximum cock stretch before the hard-on of the slow dance cements in the new growth."
"But what about the testicles?" one large man with a nice size cock asked. "I can't do all that fast dancing because my balls bounce around too much. It gets to hurtin' after a while."
"Well," Carmine said to the gentleman, "it doesn't appear to me that you have a cock size problem. It usually follows that men with large balls have big cocks anyway, and they don't have to worry about special cock exercises. However, small cocked people with huge balls might have a bit of a problem. For these I'd suggest cock stretching devices while in a warm bath, or some such stretching apparatus. But I don't think we have any of those here. Now, are there any more questions?"
"Not from me, Carmine," the big muscled guy said. "I know just what to do now to keep my dick firm, long, and healthy."
"That's right," Carmine said, "and I want to see all of you out on that dance floor in his second set doing your cocks some good. I'll dedicate this set especially to those who are concerned about the health and well being of their penises and who want to see them grow into large proud specimens. Okay guys, let's get out there and show those girls how to do it!"
"Yayyy!" all the guys said as they pulled up their pants and darted out of the room.
"What did she say? What did she say?" all the skinny white-faced girls asked of their boyfriends and dates.
"Oh, none of your business," they invariably answered. "We just got a few pointers on some things. Maybe you'll feel the results a little later."
"Come on and beee myyy padddy boyy," Carmine began to sing in a steady driving rhythm to Eddie's increasingly tight drum beat.
They pounded the song along and Carmine began shaking her tits for the first time that night. Just about everybody seemed to be out on the dance floor.
The girls had puzzled looks on their faces, especially the ones who could never get their boyfriend to dance. Now they were going crazy, shaking themselves in crazy up and down motions that almost couldn't be defined as dancing. But the girls seemed overjoyed that the guys were dancing with them and tried to follow their crazy jerking motions as best as they could.
Carmine shook her tits to entice the guys to shake themselves even harder, which they did with gusto, knowing deep in their hearts that with every shake of their body their cocks stretched that minute inch of an inch and soon they would have cocks of bull size.
"How'd you get them all out there?" Butch asked after that song was finished.
"Oh, I have my ways," Carmine said passingly. "Let's do another fast one and then a slow one."
The band did Hojo's Hoedown next and the dance floor seemed even more crowded than before. Even Larry was having trouble finding space up in front near the bandstand. He was even having trouble finding girls that would dance with him since all the boys now seemed to be hoarding their dates. He managed to snag a few ugly ones knowing secretly that the black fierce woman on stage was his after the concert.
Carmine launched into a slow soul ballad after the first number and she was amazingly surprised at the number of pants bulges she saw in the crowd as each male member hugged his date close to him and rubbed his vital member on her cunt lump.
"How's that for getting things together?" Carmine said to Eddie as Butch launched into his slow guitar chorus whine.
"Looks real good, Carmine," Eddie said, continuing to stroke the brushes over the snare drum and thump the bass drum with his foot. "How'd you do it? Must've been your secret charm and know how, huh?"
"That's it, Butchie boy. You got it," Carmine said before she turned again to the crowd of dancers and began the last chorus of the song.
She made it long and soulful and let the dancing guys get some good cock rubs on their skinny white dates. This was going to be their last song and she wanted to make them enjoy it to the end.
With her final screech and tit shake, Carmine bowed to the cheering throng. She thanked everybody and then some recorded music came on.
"That was fabulous, Carmine," Larry said rushing up on stage.
He wore a light blue suit and his thinning hair seemed long and finely combed. Carmine couldn't help notice his very red lips and wondered what he'd been sucking on to have them turn that color.
"Thanks Larry," Carmine said, wiping her brow. "It started to turn into a bomb, but I did my best to turn things around at intermission."
"You were wonderful, Carmine," a tall white male screamed up to her from the floor, "and your advice seemed to work great!"
He winked at Carmine and alluded to the plain looking girl that hung on his arm. Carmine winked back and noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Good luck," Carmine said back, winking. "Have a good time." More males then crowded around Carmine to thank her for the expert advice she had given them and already Carmine could see couples locked in deep embraces, and guys with tremendous hard-ons walking about the dance floor with their girlfriends.
"Let's get out of here," Carmine said uneasily to Butch and Eddie. They didn't find any of these long-dressed, short-haired girls very attractive and were happy to oblige.
"That's okay with me," Eddie said as he packed his drum set.
Butch quietly packed his guitar and Billy sat in a wooden folding chair sipping a recently opened bottle of cheap wine and surveying the strange actions of this straight crowd. A puzzled look crossed his face as he began to notice clumps of couples necking ferociously in the corners of the room while records now blared from the speakers.
"Hey, what the hell is going on out there," Billy said a little bewildered at the sight that was developing before him. He was previously amused by all the straight types but was now perplexed at the developing scene.
"Let's go, Billy," Carmine said, pulling him off the stage and out the back door.
Butch helped Eddie dismantle and pack the last of the drum set as Carmine walked back in to get them.
"You did a fine job," the matron of the 'Y' said stiffly to Carmine. "I think the young men and women here thoroughly enjoyed your performance. I don't think I've ever seen such participation in a dance as I have in this one in all my years as YWCA dance chaperon. I'll make sure you get an extra bonus in your pay check."
"Why thank you," Carmine said graciously to the stiff old bag.
She had on thick old-fashioned high-heeled shoes and a black dress that reached almost to her ankles.
"We've got to run now," Carmine said quickly, noticing the scene developing at the other end of the ballroom floor. "We've got another job."
Butch, Carmine, and Eddie quickly left and ran to the truck. Larry was already inside in the driver's seat and had the motor warmed up. They sped off quickly so they couldn't be blamed for the things which Carmine knew had to start happening inside the hall.
The following day this article appeared in The Global Dispatch, a local newspaper: "Late last night police were rushed to what was described as the 'most atrocious orgy scene I've seen in all my years of life' by the head matron at the local YWCA here. The orgy took place after a dance concert featuring Carmine and her band, but she and the band had left and were not implicated in any way in the degrading series of events which police witnessed in the ballroom.
"It was like one of those Roman orgies," the police commissioner commented. "It was all my men could do to keep from falling into the pit of depravity themselves. There were naked guys and girls all over the joint and we had to grab each one. The guys seemed to be in some kind of trance and went after the nude girls with a fervor. It was like they were under some kind of wild spell or something. And it didn't seem that the girls cared to stop their brazen advances.' " The orgy started some time after the band had left and only recorded music was playing. The head matron called police when she noticed a couple engaged in an unnatural sexual act in the ballroom corner and a group of impressionable youngsters standing around watching.
" 'I tried to get the couple apart by kicking at them and hitting them with my fists," the spry old lady told reporters, "but they wouldn't separate. I finally called police after I noticed other male visitors walking about with their members exposed and gloating about the clamor they were causing among my young ladies. I tried to prevent my innocence from the sight of such giant, crude organs, but I was unable to do so in many cases and for many of the girls, the lure of the organ was too great and they succumbed to their animal lusts.
" 'I just wish the band had stayed a while longer so this sort of thing could have been prevented. It turned out to be the most successful dance we've ever had, but then the band left and the scene degenerated into one of unmentionable debauchery.' " Police managed to finally separate many copulating couples, but other nude persons ran off into the warm night naked. Police headquarters received hundreds of complaints regarding nude individuals throughout the night. In ah, twenty people were arrested by morning and were all charged with resisting arrest and indecent exposure.
It was not immediately known whether future dances at the YWCA were cancelled or whether the matron would try again to hold orderly and socially proper activities for the community. There are indications that outraged citizens committees are being formed to prevent any more social events from taking place there in the future. They have vowed to go to court to prevent any further social functions at the "Y."
The matron blamed all the trouble on outside agitators that came in after the dance to start trouble. The police have promised an investigation of the incident.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE GANG COMES TOGETHER
"Will you get the hell out of here, Larry!" Carmine screamed. "Can't you see I'm busy trying to write this thing! I've got work to do and I don't have time to listen to your whimperings."
"But please Carmine, talk to me. I don't have anyone to tell me things but you," Larry snivelled, groveling at Carmine's feet.
She had on her robe and was sitting at her little desk working on a special new song for the band. She had been working on it for a week now and wanted it to be a sure hit.
"Get off the floor, will you, Larry? And stop kissing my feet! I told you that you'll be able to drive the truck for our job tonight. What more do you want?" Carmine said sternly.
"I'm so lonely," Larry said sadly, getting up and flopping face down on the bed.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Larry rushed up to open it so Carmine wouldn't be disturbed from her concentration.
"Peter!" Larry exclaimed happily. "Where've you been?"
"Well, I just got back into town," Peter said calmly, walking in and nodding to Carmine. "Hello Carmine," Peter said to her as Carmine looked up at him. "Long time no see," Peter said moving a little closer to her and trying to get an eyeful through her sheer robe. "I learned a lot from those women in Ethiopia," Peter said, winking at her.
"Oh Peter, things have been so terrible with me," Larry gushed to his friend, interspersing himself between him and Carmine. "Daddy threw me out and has threatened to disown me. Oh, what shall I do?"
"Yeah, I know Larry," Peter said, seating himself in the armchair in the room. "I called your house earlier and the maid said that you had been evicted. I thought it was pretty funny. I thought I might find you here."
"Well, will you please act as a go-between with my father and me, Peter? He won't listen to anything I have to say ever since that picture was published in the paper. He said it ruined half his business when all his customers found out his son participated in an illicit orgy. Oh Peter, how can I make amends?" Larry sobbed, resting his face on Peter's shoulder.
"Take it easy, Larry. Ill explain everything to your father if you want me to. You weren't involved in the actual orgy anyway, from what I've heard. Isn't that right?"
"That's right, I had nothing to do with it," Larry whimpered. "But what should I tell my father, that I drive the instrument truck for the rock and roll band? What if he finds out there's a black lead singer? Then he'll never let me back into the house. You know how daddy feels about those things."
"Yes, I know," Peter said calmly, eyeing Carmine all the while. "But I'll think of something, don't worry."
Peter had other things on his mind right now, however. He wanted Carmine to pay a little attention to him and to force him into disrobing. He wanted to show her a few new tricks he learned with his cock from the black savages of Africa. But Carmine seemed preoccupied by other things right now. She wasn't even interested in hearing about his trip.
"Do you do things to her?" Peter whispered to Larry who still stood beside him.
"I'll say," Larry said, his eyes widening. "She always lets me eat her before every show. I'm her private valet when it comes to that. I guess I've got you to thank for introducing me to this kind of life, Peter. It's been very rewarding and educational. If it wasn't for the mishap with father, everything would just be wonderful."
"Show me what you do," Peter said to Larry, his eyes widening with expectation.
"Well, I don't think she wants to be bothered now," Larry whispered. "She's working on a new song for the band. They're a big hit now, you know. She's more serious than she used to be."
"Yes, I notice she hasn't said more than a word to me. She must be quite absorbed in her composing," Peter mused.
"But watch this," Larry said. "I think I can sneak in a few licks right while she's sitting there."
Larry crawled over quietly beside Carmine and underneath the table she was sitting at. He suddenly inserted his head underneath her robe, between her jet black legs, and started licking frantically at her black pussy lips.
Carmine sat at the desk, continuing her writing and seemingly unnoticeable of Larry's lappings. Then after a few minutes, with a great sigh, she pushed her chair back from the desk and looked at Larry's wet face which had appeared from between the black wedge of her legs.
"What the hell are you doing, Larry?" Carmine said in an angry tone. "I didn't ask you to do anything like that to me. Why didn't you ask first and seek my permission? I think it's about time I taught you a lesson, Larry. You've been getting a little too unmanageable lately."
"No, please Carmine. I only meant to please," Larry whimpered as he crawled out from under the table toward the black female.
"And you too, Peter. What do you mean by just coming over here without calling first? Am I supposed to fall at your feet with joy over the fact that you've condescended to pay me a visit? It seems to me you slaves need a little discipline all of a sudden. Who the hell is running the show here anyway? I don't seem to be receiving the proper respect from my subjects any more."
"Well, I didn't mean anything by it really, Carmine. I just came back from ..."
"Oh don't give me that, Peter," Carmine snapped at him. "You just happened to think that I might be interested in something. Well, you can call and let me decide that. I don't need or want surprise information or unplanned visits from you or anyone else. If I want something, I ask for it."
Suddenly the door burst open and Monti flew in.
"Oh Carmine, I just had to see you. I just had another fight with my wife Doreen and I've sworn never to go back. You're the only person I could come to."
"Shut up and get over there with the rest of those guys, Monti. I give the orders and commands around here. It's my feelings and needs that you exist to satisfy, not the other way around, and I think it's about time I reminded the three of you who's boss around here. And that means you too, Monti. You just don't come busting in here and use me as a refuge from your wife. What the hell do you think I am? And if any of you guys don't like the terms I set down, then you can get out now. There's plenty more where you came from, understand?"
Carmine stopped speaking and only silence filled the room. The three males had turned white with fear. All but Peter seemed to be genuinely repentent. Carmine noticed that the look on his face wasn't submissive enough.
"Okay Peter, take off your clothes!" Carmine screamed at him.
"Please Carmine," Peter stood up to feebly protest. "I didn't mean anything. I... "
"Pull 'em down!" Carmine screamed one last time. Peter mutely obeyed, pulling his trousers down to his ankles and his underwear next.
"Come on, Peter, take everything off. Don't act stupid with me," Carmine said.
Peter immediately obeyed, obviously feeling totally repentant for his transgressions with Carmine. He stood nude before the black woman, his huge cock dangling down between his legs.
"Please forgive me, Carmine," Peter begged. "Don't humiliate me in front of these people."
"Alright," Carmine said suddenly. "Everybody get their clothes off and get them off fast."
Larry and Monti jerked their pants and shirts off quickly and lined up beside Peter. They all looked sorry for their transgressions against Carmine and she decided to forgive them.
"Your cocks all look like they're in pretty good shape, boys," Carmine said. "Monti's seems to dangle the loosest but Peter's still looks like the finest specimen." Carmine moved swiftly across the floor in her robe and grabbed Peter's cock. "It's been a while, hasn't it Peter?"
"It, it certainly has," Peter stammered, not daring to raise his eyes.
He could smell the nearness of Carmine's black skin and it reminded him of their first time together. His dick started to get hard and he suddenly felt like ramming his whole arm up into the slimy insides of the black wench. "Don't torture me, Carmine. Please don't," Peter whispered intently as she walked past him and grabbed hold of Monti's cock.
"Your shaft looks like its been getting a lot of use, Monti. You wouldn't be someone else's servant, would you?"
"Oh no," Monti said quickly. "My wife, you know. She's very rough with me. I already told you that, Carmine. You know I wouldn't have anybody command me but you."
"I'm not so sure about that, Monti. But we won't let that stand in our way now, will we?" Carmine said sweetly, giving Monti's dick a slight yank. "Now what about you, Larry? When will that cock of yours ever grow? It doesn't seem much good for anything except tickling white girls. Why don't you try stretching it a little? Doesn't dreaming about big black women like me stimulate its growth? You know Larry, if you ever want to make it in the big leagues, you're going to have to get some cock hormone."
"I'D try, Carmine. I really will," Larry said earnestly, staring up at her.
"Okay," Carmine said, clapping her hands suddenly. "Everybody in the bed."
The three love slaves made a dash for the bed and lined up side by side with their cocks in various stages of stiffness. Peter's seemed to be the hardest and Monti's the softest. It was hard to tell whether Larry's was hard or soft because it was so stubby and small.
Carmine flung off her robe in one graceful movement and moved toward the three naked white slaves laying in wait for her directives. They looked at her long black body out of the corners of their eyes as she approached and twitched in anticipation of some new and forbidden rites she would ask them to perform. They all felt they were sacrificial lambs waiting to be taken by the black love goddess for satisfaction.
"I want cock today," Carmine said, grabbing hold of the one nearest her.
It happened to be Larry's and he giggled slightly as she pulled it. Carmine lay full length on top of the three men who lay close together on the bed. All their white naked flesh made a huge bed cushion for Carmine's black body to lie on and wallow in. She rubbed her black tits across all the white flesh male chest, noting how Monti's seemed to be higher than either Peter's or Larry's. Monti was bigger though and his cock was starting to get hard.
All the men lay silent, scared and waiting for any orders their black master might throw out to them. Their cocks stood tall and waiting, and waved like flagstaffs in the air. Carmine brushed them with her leg as she scraped her black flesh along the three men.
"Now each of you will lick my cunt," Carmine said as she turned on her stomach, her face facing the upright cocks and first slid her hairy black bush down onto Peter's face whom she hadn't seen in so long. She felt Peter's tongue jut immediately into her proper crack and start to twitch away, arousing her instantly.
"Ohhh, Peter. You naughty boy. What did those black foreign savages teach you?" Carmine said as she licked Peter's dick like a lollipop a few times to keep it stiff. She then wiggled sideways onto Monti's stomach and pushed her cunt onto his face. He was much clumsier than Peter and much more crude.
His tongue seemed big and thick and insensitive to her sensitive areas. It just licked randomly at her black pussy lips and devoured all the juices that poured forth. But Carmine liked Monti's cock. It was bigger and more savage looking than Peter's. Peter did have a large refined one, though. And it did seem delectable.
Carmine next moved to Larry whose tongue was well experienced and knew every nook and cranny of Carmine's pussy. As she pushed her black pussy tangle and smelly opening onto Larry's face, his tongue quickly found the correct spots and began the exact motions that seemed to arouse her the most.
Larry had developed into the perfect personalized pussy licker. He was like a lap dog, lapping her cunt whenever she had wanted him to and he had developed a perfect individual technique which he consistently applied.
She licked his stubby white cock in appreciation for his personal expertise and noticed how small and underdeveloped it was. She vowed in the future to help in developing it into a more effective organ by exercising it for him, if he continued to live with her, of course.
"Alright, guys. You do good jobs. Now let's how your cocks perform."
Carmine settled her pussy first on Larry's stubby little cock, but the thing barely reached between her outer black lips and she immediately moved up and onto Monti who waited patiently for her.
"Now this is more like it," Carmine said, plunging her body down on Monti's waiting rod.
It pushed into her and she squeezed her cunt muscles at random on the thing. It seemed not as hard as she would have liked it to be and started tiring of squeezing it at will. It didn't seem to be doing anything for her.
"Let's see how you feel today, Peter. Have you been exercising your cock lately?"
"Not too much," Peter moaned as Carmine sank her long black body onto his dick and he felt it easily slide into her warm insides. He felt warm chills throughout his body as Carmine spoke to him and he was glad to be back under her again.
"You feel nice," Carmine commented as she rotated her narrow black hips on his middle.
His cock felt extraordinarily smooth and hard inside her. She knew that it would shoot off quickly if she wasn't careful. She thus did only a few more rotating movements and then slid off the guy. She was well pleased with the preservation of his penis and with the new things he had seemed to learn on his travels. He was a much improved love slave and she was glad to have him on the team.
"Okay boys," Carmine said suddenly, lying down on top of Monti. "It's a free period. I want to be satisfied in any and every way you know how," Carmine commanded sternly. "Larry is to do the cunt licking, though. That's about the only thing he's capable of at this time. The others, you do whatever you think you can do best to me and I'll rate you afterward as to who is my number one, number two, and number three slave. Those numbers will be ratings as well as designations of importance and order to me. Also, a slave with a higher number must always yield to one with a lower number when they're involved in sexual play and both want to perform the same act. The numbers also denote competence and the willingness and ability to follow orders. Alright, go to it boys."
Larry immediately dodged his head between Carmine's coal black thighs and stretched his tongue into her as far as it would go. He was so used to this activity that he didn't even have to think about what he was doing and he was even unsurprised by the loud groaning noises that almost immediately came from Carmine's mouth. He knew it would happen. This was his specialty.
Monti grabbed one of Carmine's hands and had her clutch onto his prick and balls. Monti's testicles were tremendous and he figured that he'd get Carmine to feel his finest parts first to hopefully arouse her to him. Her light black palm fondled the things in genuine fascination and Monti was glad that at least she was interested in one thing about him.
But Peter seemed the most aggressive of all the white love slaves. He was moving all over Carmine's black body, rubbing his long organ on her every part and massaging her ass and things with his sensitive hands. He rubbed his tender white skin wherever he thought she might have a sensitive area.
He also reached under her and forced her to turn over on her back so her breasts were exposed and he could demonstrate his excellent tongue work on her nipples as he rubbed the rest of his soft, white-skinned body on her like a snake. He was clearly the most aggressive of the three males and made the most effort to perform various acts and give sensations to Carmine.
He raked his hot penis across her black cheek many times as Monti's balls rested in her hands and Larry's tongue continued to slurp out all the juices that now flowed freely from her pussy juice glands.
Peter even jabbed his smooth, clean cock into Carmine's mouth a few times, but withdrew it immediately knowing that it wasn't her part to give him satisfaction. He fondled her breast and manipulated her nipple until it looked like it would burst. Then he moved his head down to them, sucking them first into his mouth and then sucking harder until almost the whole breast disappeared into the mouth.
Carmine groaned all the while, gyrating and lifting her hips in the air and beginning to crunch Monti's balls in her hands as she clutched onto them in semi-consciousness. Monti pulled them from her grasp, afraid that in her passion she would squeeze them to a pulp.
He moved his cock toward her pussy and shoved Larry's head away with a quick flick of the wrist. He shoved his cock into the well lubricated black woman and humped frantically. She responded well, obviously prepared for this cock intrusion of her innards. She rotated her hips to meet his movements as Larry kneeled beside her and watched, and Peter worked carefully and expertly on her breasts.
"Come on Monti, it's my turn," Larry whimpered as Monti continued his furious humping and Carmine moved to match his plunges.
"Shut up," Monti said coarsely as he felt his cock start to bulge in its final spasm.
It ejected a thick stream of come far into Carmine and she felt the power of the shot. Satisfied now, Monti moved off the black creature, confident that she realized how good he really was. But before Larry could get back to his specialty, Peter had jammed his dick into her as he was moving in strange motions on top of her.
"Ohhh," Carmine groaned in response to these strange movements. They were obviously learned in Peter's great world travels and brought back with him specifically for Carmine's satisfaction.
He seemed to be pushing up and then around on top of her. It was impossible from the outside to tell what his dick was doing, but Carmine knew that the lean, white shaft was digging into a special sensitive part of her insides and jabbing and rotating upon it. It was a secret sex zone known only to the primitives of Ethiopia and Peter had taken it upon himself to find out about it and how to get at it. He had gone into many huts and had experienced many filthy and diseased women to finally get the correct information.
The knowledge was only possessed by those of the lower classes and many times he had to risk his life in search of this fabled secret.
But now Carmine writhed in ecstasy under him and he knew he'd be named number one when it was all over. He could feel her pussy contracting and pulsating like it had never done before and he felt her back arch up and her stomach rub against his.
Monti tried to get a hand on her tit so he could say he had some hand in creating Carmine's fabulous orgasm, but Peter had them covered with his hands and mouth. Monti figured he'd lodge a protest when the thing was over based on the fact that neither he nor Larry got as much time or space as Peter. That was the thing that seemed to him to make the most difference.
"That was wonderful," Carmine said as she began to quiet and down and Peter lifted his white face from her dark tit. He looked up at her face and noticed a scene of complete serenity on it. It was as if she was still enjoying the lingering sensations of the orgasm and pre-orgasm stimulations.
"Glad you enjoyed it," Peter said very quietly, sliding his dick out of her and lying to the side.
"Hey, it wasn't all your doing," Larry protested petulantly. "We did our share."
"Well, we'll see how she rates us when she gets up," Peter said smugly.
"Well, don't be so certain these ratings are going to stand, Peter," Monti said. "You got to remember that you had most of the time and most of the space on top of her. And most important of all, you had the last chance on her. You were the last thing she remembered before she had her orgasm. You know that loads the deck in your favor."
"Oh, you guys are just sour grapes," Peter said, looking away from them and folding his legs. Carmine began to stir in the bed and the three males leaned forward to hear her rating pronouncements.
"That was wonderful," Carmine said, stretching and yawning. "Now let's see, I'm supposed to rate you now, isn't that right?" Carmine turned on her side and rested her black head on her arm. Her hip jutted into the air and the smell of cunt juice was strong.
"That's right," Larry said loudly from the back of the group. They were all standing by the bed now waiting for her judgment.
"Well," Carmine began, "I think the number three man will have to be Monti," she said quickly.
"What?" Monti said loudly. "I protest! This isn't fair! This wasn't conducted fairly!"
"Now wait a second, Monti," Carmine continued calmly. "I don't rate you number three because you're no good. It's just that these other slaves have specialties which make them more valuable than you. You are, I might add, a good all around slave, although you tend to think of your own gratification too much.
"Now, for slave number two I would have to pick you, Larry. Your excellent and tailored tongue work is what did it for you, and now only narrowly edged out Monti because of that. I want you to know that these ratings are only in effect for one month, so you'll all have a chance to improve your specialties and try again in open competition upon me to prove to me how good you are and how much you've improved.
"Peter here is to be the number one love slave this month because he seemed the one most bent on pleasing me with no thought of his own gratification and also because of the new and unusual technique that he used."
"But he had more time!" Monti yelled suddenly, still sullen over his having come in last. "He took up most all the space on top of you."
"I realize that this type of rating competition has its drawbacks and isn't always fair," Carmine said, "that's why the ratings are only to last a month. Now let's all be friends and have no bitter feelings toward one another. Remember, ratings only are important when more than one of you are to be engaged in a sexual act with me at the same time. Ratings only give a person the right of way, understand?"
"Yeah, we understand," Monti grumbled. "Just wait'll next month."
"I think I did okay," Larry beamed, glad at not having come in last.
Only Peter remained silent as they began to all put on their clothes and wait for Carmine to get out of bed to continue with her composing. He knew that he would be the winner all along. The other guys never had a chance. He was glad that Larry had come in second, though. After all, Larry was his friend and he had introduced him to this wonderful life style.
Peter felt warm and comfortable as he put on his clothes. It was good to be home.
CHAPTER NINE
DANCE GIG NO. TWO
"Good God, Carmine," Eddie protested as he unpacked his drums on the small bandstand. "How the hell did you ever get us to this place? There are places all over the city just howling for our group, and you accept this gig! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Look Eddie," Carmine replied, "this place is giving us the most money. So what if it's a little too religious for your tastes. These people like to dance. Besides, we got the extra cash because they thought we kept the crowd quiet last time. They certainly don't want an orgy here."
Eddie looked around at the ballroom of the Blessed Virgin and Sacred Suffering Church and was disgusted at all the silly decorations and wooden chairs that lined the walls. He had never been to a church in his life. How the hell was he going to play for such people to dance?
"Just play what we usually do," Carmine said to the group which was now completely assembled in back of her.
Billy was completely blasted on wine, as usual, and Butch seemed absorbed in the new guitar he just bought. Eddie was seated at his trap set and scowling at the nuns that occasionally walked across the floor. Larry and Peter were both sitting below the band on the dance floor on wooden chairs near the wall.
"Let's start with something a little slow," Carmine said, uncertain as to how these people were going to react to them.
The ballroom was still mostly empty and from the look on the sister's faces, it didn't seem that they'd expected a band quite like this one, with a black female lead singer wearing no bra. Carmine did have on regular pants and a dark colored blouse. Her bralessness could only be discerned when she walked and her tits shook up and down. There was virtually no sag in them so when she was still, it was not noticeable.
Carmine started singing a slow number and nobody was in the room to dance. They needed to warm up a bit anyway, and they were getting paid to play, not to wait for people to arrive. The people that started to drift in were young girls in the convent school.
They were all very plain looking and had long skirts which dropped past their knees. They had invited a group from the local catholic missions around town to join them for the dance and refreshments.
As Carmine screeched into the microphone and barely shook her tits, the white religious girls began clustering at the back of the church ballroom muttering shockedly among themselves about the type of music the band was playing. It was just a simple blues number that Carmine had composed herself, but it exhibited all the wildness and sexy character of the black woman and the simple white females were scared of it.
Carmine noticed Joyce and Fay walking together across the dance floor in their beaded and sequined outfits. Eddie and Butch had brought them along for company. Joyce still resided at the loft and always wore the same white sheet whenever Carmine was up there to practice. Fay didn't live with the guys, but she knew a hit band when she heard one and wanted to be one of the first groupies in on this discovery. She knew that Carmine and her group were destined for greatness. These hippy chicks were also a source of curiosity for the convent girls. They were as curious of them as they were of the band and the strange black music they were playing.
"Let's do something quicker," Carmine suggested as she turned to the band as the song ended. "Maybe some of these people will at least tap their feet."
Carmine was just about to start the song when she saw a whole group of males arrive. They were as pasty and strange looking as the girls and seemed to all have flat tops and cuffed pants. She shrugged and launched into her song with gusto.
Eddie pounded the drums steadily, giving the tune a good driving sound and even Billy, in his continued drunkenness, seemed to get caught up in the rhythm. He thumped his bass guitar right along, keeping it in the right key the whole time and hunching his shoulders. He broke out into broad smiles every time he caught a particularly obscure key change.
There were plenty of spaces in this song for Butch to take off on his guitar and he did so without waiting for any special urgings from Carmine. He loved his new guitar so much and played it with a new frenzy that Carmine hadn't noticed in him before. The fame of the band seemed to be making them play harder and better.
Then Eddie's drum solo came and he gushed into it without losing a beat. His intensity increased and his drumming seemed to be a one man band to make up for the temporary silence of the other instruments. He blasted away on his drums for sixteen bars and then, in a final crescendo, was joined by Carmine and the rest of the group.
Carmine blared her voice through the speakers and glanced out over the dance floor as the song was coming to an end. Larry, Peter, Fay, and Joyce were all dancing wildly and frantically right in front of the bandstand, but the rest of what might be called dancing was going on mostly at the back of the room.
The white couples were doing a simple minded bebop step left over from Bill Haley and the Comets. And the girls from the convent were all sitting demurely in the wooden chairs on one side of the room waiting to be asked to dance by the men who all stood in clumps at the other end either discussing the latest sports events, or terrified of the young ladies.
Carmine ended her song and, as she gazed at the seated women, couldn't help comparing them to a prostitute line-up on some dark street. They were all just waiting to be asked.
"This is really shit," Eddie said disgusted with the audience. "Let's take a break." He threw down his drumsticks and stalked off the bandstand. He walked into the milling throng and over to the punchbowl to get a drink.
"What do those nuns do under those long black dresses?" Billy mused drunkenly to Carmine who surveyed the thickening crowd.
"Nothing," Carmine shot back annoyed with Billy's silly question.
It was evident to her that the people there didn't like them and she didn't like wasting her talents on unlistening ears. She watched Billy stumble off the bandstand eyeing the nuns that crossed his path suspiciously and trying to get a look at their ankles.
"That wasn't bad," Fay said to Butch and Carmine as she walked up to the bandstand with Peter on her arm. "But I don't think this crowd particularly appreciates you."
"Yeah, I think you're right," Carmine said, sitting on the edge of the stage and twitching her tits slightly.
Meanwhile, Eddie stood at the punchbowl devouring glass after glass of the orange-lemon stuff. He hated the plain girls around him. No one had even applauded his drum solo and he was mad. He looked at the scrawny girls and he felt like puking. But his anger overwhelmed him. He thought he'd try a few things.
"Hey honey," he said to a particularly plain looking girl, "how long you been at this school?"
"Oh, about six months," the woman answered, both surprised and happy to be spoken to by someone.
"And do you like it?" Eddie continued. "I mean you never get any action out here, isolated from boys. You probably don't even know what one looks like."
"Well, we do get visitors occasionally," the girl blushed.
She had no make-up on except a little lipstick and Eddie couldn't readily discern whether she had any tits or not. It was no wonder that these women were thinking of becoming nuns. They couldn't become anything else. Eddie noticed another girl with more noticeable tits and a pretty face.
"Hey," he called loudly to her. "Do you go to school here, too?"
"Why yes," she answered him politely, "we all go to the convent school. Are you from the Sacred Heart Academy?" the girl asked, glancing and smiling politely at the first girl Eddie had been talking to.
"Why, uh, yes, that's right," Eddie lied. "I'm from the academy. I wanted to get a few of you girls together and, ah, discuss something that I'm sure is on all of your minds and something that we're unable to discuss meaningfully in unmixed groups. That is, how the man and the woman together can get more meaningful communion with the Lord.
"Perhaps you girls would be interested in a short private discussion of this vital topic. I'm sure you would like to work out a way in which the Lord could be praised in a mixed manner."
"That does sound like an interesting idea," the girl with the larger tits said. "Maybe I can get a few of the girls together and we can discuss it. I'm sure one of our prime gathering purposes tonight is to enhance our worshipping experiences and to seek new ways of effective praying. Alice, Regina, could you come with us? We're going to discuss something that should be very stimulating."
"What's that?" the two new girls said almost in unison as they walked up to the three people.
"This boy from the academy, uh, what was your name?"
"Laurence," Eddie bed again, "Laurence McNulty." Eddie thought it would be a good joke to give these girls Larry's name. He didn't like Larry much anyway.
"Anyway," the big-titted girl continued, "Laurence wants to discuss coeducational communion with the Lord with us. Why don't we go some place private with him and work this topic over. I think it sounds like a good idea."
"Sounds okay with me," the other girl said together, looking Eddie over suspiciously. He seemed to be wearing clothes that were a little different from the ones the usual academy guys wore. But they were excited about having a stimulating discussion about a subject that concerned them all and one which was very radical to them. They all walked out a side door and into one of the small meeting rooms behind the main church praying area.
"Now," Eddie began a little uncertainly, "what was on my mind was why should our differences in sex prevent us from praying to the Lord together? I think it should be done in groups and clumps of individuals. I think that the anatomy of a boy can complement the anatomy of a girl in such a way as to make the praying bond to the Lord stronger and even make him hear us clearer. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes," the girls seemed to nod, looking at one another and agreeing with what Eddie said.
"But Laurence," one skinny girl broke in, "just how can our separate anatomies complement each other in such a way as to make our praying waves stronger? Is this just a theory or do you have proof that the Lord listens more when this technique is used?"
"Well," Eddie answered, "I do have some proof. But let's pray for something now, say, new revelation, and then try the communion method and see if it works. I've seen it work on some people and if it works on us here today, we may all leave this room different and more inspired than when we entered."
"Alright," the girls answered at once. "What do we do?"
"First of all, you must obey me completely," Eddie said, staring intently at them, "because some of these things I will ask you to do may seem a little out of place. Now my first request is for all of you to remove all your underclothes and shut your eyes."
There was a loud gasp from the girls. "What?" they said in shocked tones.
"Now, you must have trust," Eddie said. "You all know, whether you want to admit it or not, that the main anatomy difference is under your dresses."
The girls looked at each other uncertainly as they obediently removed their underclothes and shut their eyes. Eddie kept talking to keep their minds off of what they were doing.
"Now of course, with revelation comes a little pain," Eddie said, realizing that all these girls were virgins. "The pain you feel will be in direct proportion to the revelation you will get soon after. You must suffer it for the Lord."
Eddie walked slowly up to the first girl and lightly touched the tip of her breast as he lifted her skirt. "Now the Lord is looking upon us and he's about to anoint us with his soul," Eddie whispered as he carefully caressed the woman's breasts and lifted her skirt to reveal her unused pussy. The sight of it disgusted him, but he was determined. He removed his cock as he continued to speak of suffering and painful revelations. He placed it right at her opening and then carefully placed both his hands on her buttocks.
"I think I can feel the Lord about to enter me," the girl whispered intently. She seemed to be in a holy trance.
With a quick thrust Eddie lurched his cock forward and pulled the girl's buttocks to him, forcing his dick into the previously unused pussy opening.
"Owwww," the girl yelled as Eddie lunged into her and furiously pulled his dick in and out of her. He wanted the girl to come fast so as not to alarm the others that he was to perform this same rite on.
"I think I feel the revelation coming on!" the girl screamed to Eddie's satisfaction. "I feel it more and more now! Here it comes, it's coming, it's coming! Here it is!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs as Eddie felt her pussy contract weakly on his cock. He immediately yanked it out.
"Now lie down and keep your eyes closed," he said to the girl. "Try to meditate on the significance and the meaning of your new soul."
"Oh, I will!" the girl said earnestly, keeping her eyes shut very tightly and lying back on the table on which she was sitting. Eddie moved on to the next girl who patiently waited for her own revelation to occur.
"Where the hell are those guys," Carmine said as she jumped from the bandstand to go in search of them. It had almost been a half hour since they started their break and they had to get back up on the bandstand again.
She looked around the crowded dance room, but didn't see anyone and then ventured into the small back rooms to take a look. She heard some screaming and moaning and walked toward it. It became louder and she located the room from which it came. She opened the door slowly and peeked in.
"Eddie!" she exclaimed softly when she saw the group of girls lying around bleeding from their pussy areas and moaning with their eyes tightly shut.
"Shhhh," Eddie said quietly as he tip-toed over to Carmine. "I'm giving these girls some divine revelation. Ill be with you in a moment."
"Well, hurry up," Carmine said softly. "We've got to get back on the bandstand and I don't know where Billy is."
"Alright, wait a second," Eddie whispered. He walked back over to the four girls who had now all experienced the divine revelations. "I hope you see now what mixed praying can do for your inner souls," Eddie said. "In a few minutes you may open your eyes and I will see you again on the dance floor. But most of you probably won't even recognize me because this new heavenly experience has changed you so much. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," the girls all whispered intently as Eddie joined Carmine out in the hall.
"We've got to find Billy," Carmine said. "I'm afraid he's gotten into some kind of trouble. You know how drunk he was."
"I'll help you," Eddie said. "Let's look in here." He pushed open the flapping doors to the main church and saw a huge group of nuns clustered around something.
They walked quietly closer and the nuns didn't hear them. Suddenly, one turned and, upon seeing the intruders, screamed at the top of her lungs and fled for the exit. The other nuns did the same and the scene resembled a scared flock of crows scattering at the approach of some kind of enemy. The scattered nuns now left only one in the middle of the room standing very still and quivering slightly.
"Are you alright?" Carmine asked, walking up to the elderly mother.
"I... I," the nun managed before she fell into a faint on the floor. As she fell, her long black gown dragged up and over the nude and drunk Billy who had been concealed under it.
"You were right," Billy said smiling as he still crouched there. "They don't wear anything under those things."
The second half of the gig went pretty well, with Carmine and her group cracking jokes to themselves and not caring how good or bad they played. They had something on these nuns and convent girls and they could use it whenever they wanted. They decided to go home early and stopped playing about eleven o'clock.
"We're leaving now," Carmine said confidently to one of the nuns who was in charge of the dance.
"Oh, that's completely alright," the strange looking woman said quickly. "I hope you enjoyed performing for us."
"Yes, we did immensely," Eddie laughed. He had watched the group of four stunned girls walk about the dance floor the whole second half as if they were looking for the second coming. They seemed happy and content though, as if they now knew something that no one else there did.
"Do you think we can get a bonus for doing such a good job?" Carmine said to the nun.
"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," the nun quickly answered. She looked at Billy as she spoke while he completely ignored her and took swigs on his inevitable bottle of wine.
The band quickly packed and the group of them were out the back door in about twenty minutes. Fay and Joyce quickly jumped in the back of the truck and removed all their clothes while Larry and Peter got in the front seat. Everyone was preparing for the orgy on the way home.
"Pardon me, but are you Carmine?" a tall, well dressed man said to her as she was about to get into the truck.
"Yes," she answered cooly, "why?"
"Well, I'm a record producer and I was wondering if we could get together for a short time sometime and discuss the possibility of ... "
"How about right now?" Carmine said, immediately sensing the pay dirt.
"Well, I guess that would be okay," the man said politely. "My car is right over here."
"See you boys later," Carmine yelled to the people in the truck.
Only Larry and Peter were disappointed. Billy, Eddie, and Butch had already started cavorting with the girls in the back. Even a few stray couples from the church were walking over to see what all the giggling and laughing was about.
"Get the truck out of here, quick," Carmine screamed to Larry. "We don't want any more embarrassing scenes."
The truck roared off while Carmine walked quietly beside the man to his huge, chauffeured limousine that stood parked in front of the church building. As Carmine got into the back seat of the big car with the man, she knew what she had to do to nail down that recording contract. She'd been through this scene before and knew how to make it work. The chauffeur shut the back door and got in the sealed off front seat. Carmine plotted her strategy as the big black car pulled from the curb and moved off into the night.
"Now this is what I had in mind," the tall man started. "I thought that you and your group might come on down to the studio and play a few numbers and see how they came out on tape. And then..."
"What do you mean, see how they came out?" Carmine said sternly. "They'd come out perfect. I've got some brand new songs composed and I know they're going to be hits. I want you to get them on discs for me. I know you can do it, big boy. You look like you got a lot of pull."
"Well, ah, you see, things aren't that easy," the big man began again. "I've got to get the things okay'd by the people upstairs and that can be a little hard. I first have to let them hear a tape of the group and then-"
"Look," Carmine said sternly, "you know you can get our song released nationally if you want. You don't have to take it upstairs to nobody. You've heard us play, you know what we can do. And you've heard the stuff I've written already. What more do you want?"
"Well, I.. . " Carmine reached over and grabbed the man's cock. He was a man of about fifty and Carmine knew he was no middle man. You got to be a big wheel to get a chauffeur and everything. She would nail this down right now. This guy needed someone to make the decision for him.
"Come on, big boy, have you ever had a black woman in the back seat of your limousine?" Carmine fondled the man's cock while he inaudibly answered. "You will let us record and then release it, won't you? You'll have a national best seller and you'll get all the credit for discovering us. Won't that be just grand?"
"That does sound nice," the guy muttered.
"Let me help you off with your jacket," Carmine said pulling on the man's jacket and yanking down his arms.
He was sweating. He had no idea that this black creature would take such control of things so quickly. He never had a chance to do anything but mumble. He felt completely at her mercy in this sealed off back seat. Only the chauffeur was there to protect him if she got too wild. But he was black, too. What use would he be? He'd probably think the whole thing was funny.
"I don't think this is a wise idea," the man managed after a big gulp.
"Nonsense," Carmine said, continuing to strip the man of his clothes. "You're going to do it with me. That's just my little present to you for being so kind to me and my group. It's the least I could do, don't you think? And I don't think you've ever done it with someone like me before, have you?"
"Well, I don't think so," the man mumbled, his cock now becoming stiff at the thought of being nude before the black creature. "Maybe when I was younger I might have-"
"Oh nonsense," Carmine said, pulling his shirt completely off now. "You're still a very young man. Why, my regular boyfriend looks older than you," Carmine lied, "and not near as handsome."
"You're quite a commanding lady," the man said, relinquishing himself now completely to Carmine's deft fingers.
"It's all over for you, daddy, because you've been so nice," Carmine cooed in the man's ear as she ran her black hands over the man's naked chest and heard his breathing become heavier. "You're quite a lovable brute," Carmine said. "It's not often that I get a chance to be closed off with a male of your size. You must have a monster cock!" Carmine whispered very intently into the man's ear as she rubbed her tits on his arm and groped down to his pants for it.
"Ohhhh," the producer sighed loudly as Carmine slid her black hand down his pants to his hairy pubic area. She clutched his cock in her g"P- "My, it is a big one. You could hurt a poor girl like me with an organ like that." Carmine was crouched up beside the man, rubbing her tits on him as she continued her whispering. "I'm just a poor black girl," Carmine sighed. "I sure ain't used to the likes of you. You won't hurt me now, will you, big boy?"
Carmine undid the man's pants and he helped her pull them off his legs. He had hairy, thin legs, but Carmine had more important parts of his anatomy to concentrate on than his legs.
"Take off your shoes, honey," Carmine whispered. "You'll do that for me, won't you?" The big man bent immediately to the floor and took off his shoes. He didn't want the interruption in Carmine's voice or her caressing to last too long.
"Now you've only got one last stitch of clothing on," Carmine said, tugging lightly at the man's underwear. The big guy felt like his underwear was his only shield left between him and the wild black female.
He looked over at the woman as she playfully tugged at the cloth and noticed how pitch black and wild she was. Anything was liable to happen and he was torn between fear of the wild savage he saw in her, and a desire to get at the vast sexual secrets she must have stored in her brain and body.
"Do it to me, Carmine," the man suddenly urged her, wanting to experience for the first time in his dull and boring life the real savage drivings of sex. "I want you to show me how," the man continued. "I want to know everything."
"I'm the one to show it to you," Carmine whispered softly as she continued to rub her tits on the producer's arm and swiftly pulled down the man's underwear.
"I want you," the big man screamed loudly, almost causing his chauffeur to turn around and see what all the commotion was in the back seat.
"You like me?" Carmine said. "You like black women?"
"Oh yes," the man said. "Yes!" He clutched for her frantically now and Carmine let him tear at her clothes.
"Take it easy, big boy," Carmine said as the guy tore open the front of her pants. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
"I want to see your cunt! I want to be in it, I want your black wildness all over me!" the man said loudly and hoarsely, pulling down Carmine's pants and her panties at the same time.
His cock was moderately long and very pink. It looked like it had just had a powder bath at the guy's local private club. He yanked at Carmine's blouse and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her firm, well formed tits and bulging nipples. The man's mouth immediately lunged at them as they perked up in his face. Carmine continued to massage the pink dick as she felt it swell and throb in her hand.
"That's going to be a good record contract," she reminded the big guy as he tongued her nipple.
"Oh yes," he said, running his tongue down now to her hairy cunt and trying clumsily to jam it between her black crack.
Carmine spread her legs slightly so the guy would have a better chance to lick her and so she could get into a more comfortable position. She raised her black feet to the separation glass at the top of the front seat and spread her legs wide. She leaned her head back and tried to get the sensations from the lapping tongue. She also felt the guy's soft hand down around her black ass, trying to force its way between her black cheeks to massage her asshole. Carmine rubbed her buttocks on the thing, enjoying the sensation.
"Okay, now let me show you a thing or two, daddy," Carmine said as she pushed the big man away from her.
She flattened him on the back seat and moved her buttocks over his chest to his face where she thrust her kinky haired bush into the man's eyes and face. Her cunt juice left a streak along his belly as she positioned herself so his tongue would hit her proper spot as it jutted out like the lightning quick tongue of a snake.
"Now lap me, white man. I want you to be my lap dog," Carmine said as she pushed her flaring pussy lips closer to the guy's mouth. His tongue finally came out and struck pay dirt and Carmine leaned her head back in ecstasy.
"That's it," Carmine encouraged him. After a few minutes of tongue jabs, Carmine moved her black body over the white, soft bodied man and down to his dick. "This is where this thing belongs," Carmine said, plunging her black cunt down upon his thick, pink cock.
"Oh, that's it, honey," the big guy sighed as he gyrated his hips wildly. "That's what I like. You feel so thick and warm. What funny feelings inside you have!" the guy kept mumbling over and over, overcome at finally being able to sink his cock into real black flesh.
The big guy put his hands up to Carmine's black tits and squeezed them until Carmine felt tears might run out of her eyes, but she let him to it. She was on top of this white creature and his passion reactions would have to be tolerated for the moment. She felt his dick bulge and squirt its special brand of fluid inside her. The hot stuff encouraged her pussy just enough where it went into spasms of its own, crunching the pink dick almost completely out of her insides.
"That was nice, daddy," Carmine said, laying the full length of her black body on top of the white man for the first time. She felt a shudder run through him as their opposite colored skin touched in many places and they began rubbing stomachs together.
"You're wonderful, Carmine," the producer sighed. "I'll get that record out for sure. Don't you worry."
That was all Carmine wanted to hear. She rubbed herself on the big white guy for a few minutes longer and then when she heard him begin to snore, lightly tapped on the window to catch the attention of the chauffeur.
"Will you take me to seventh and twentieth?" Carmine said casually to the stunned chauffeur through the little talk hole.
He was unaccustomed to seeing his boss nude with black women in the back seat. He nodded and silently turned his black head back to his driving. Carmine noticed him smiling to himself as she cautiously put on her clothes, careful not to wake the sleeping giant.
The car moved swiftly and arrived at Carmine's pad in no time. She stepped from the car, winked at the chauffeur, and then asked him through the window what his full name was and what his title at the record company was.
"Why he's a full vice president," the chauffeur said to her, surprised that she was unaware of his rank.
"Thanks," Carmine said. "I guess I'll be in touch with him first thing in the morning."
"Right on," the chauffeur said, driving the car off down the early morning street.
Carmine felt very happy and accomplished as she strode slowly up the steps to her apartment. The road to stardom sure had its gives and takes and she sensed it was almost her turn to start collecting on all the bets and gambles she'd made over the last year or so. Payoff time was almost at hand and she only had to pull a little longer.
She sighed and figured that she was really ready for the dividends to come in. She wanted to finally be able to relax and let a man she loved do the work for a change. Soon, she hoped, her quest for stardom and security would be over and she could settle down with someone she loved.
CHAPTER TEN
THE BEGINNING AND THE END
"Well, Carmine honey, we've come a long way together," Fat Man said as he got out of the big private limousine and walked up to Carmine.
She was standing in the doorway of the producer's house and greeting the guests as they arrived. Their record had been a smashing success and all who had been involved with it in any way were now rolling in dough.
"What do you mean, WE," Carmine laughed. "I DID ALL THE WORK."
They laughed together for a second as she gave the Fat Man a big hug. It was true that he had given her, her first big break, not too many months ago and was grateful to him for it. But of course that big break didn't come without its price in flesh. Carmine acutely remembered how she had to go down for him to get that first job and she still held back a silent resentment about it.
"See you later inside," Carmine said pleasantly to the Fat Man as he waddled into the big mansion.
"Carmine!" Eddie exclaimed as he bounded up the steps to the big house after roaring up in his little sports car, "nice to see you. You look beautiful tonight."
Carmine did look nice. She had on a long black and white gown and her hair was done up in a big afro hair do. She was struck by Eddie's earnestness and his seeming maturity. He didn't have any silly groupies hanging on his arm and looked very manly in his privately tailored outfit.
"Go right on in," Carmine said, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Everyone's waiting for the band to arrive." She felt thrilled at the touch of Eddie's lips. For some reason she didn't feel the need to be commanding any more. She felt that for the first time in her life she could rest peacefully.
"Well, hi there, Carmine babes," Butch said as he strolled slowly up the steps with at least five wildly dressed young females hanging on his every limb.
Butch had finally struck it big and he would never be from here on in without a bevy of gorgeous, well dressed girls to constantly surround him and obey him. These girls were his private harem, they were his love slaves and they obeyed his every command.
"Nice to see you, Butch," Carmine said sweetly as she looked over his stunning clothes. It was a strange knit suit made with many different colored yarns and looked very expensive and very delicate. "Your girlfriends are very beautiful," she commented as she turned and followed him through the doorway into the big room.
Everybody there was either in the record business or some radio or TV personality, and they were all drunk and stoned already. All eyes turned to watch Butch and his bevy of beauties and Carmine enter.
"Oh Carmine, this is so divine!" Larry said, rushing up to her with Peter and Monti. The sight of these three anachronisms sickened Carmine for an instant, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves, boys. Now run along and have fun," Carmine said.
Carmine thought that they might have something going on between them that they didn't want her to know about. But that was okay with her. She was tired of that scene anyway.
"Carmine," the big producer vice president man said to her, rushing up and giving her a big hug. "You're beautiful, honey. You really did it for us."
"I told you I would," Carmine answered the man, moving quickly away from him before any ideas popped into his brain. He was completely drunk and this was his house. He did have a lot to celebrate. Because of her, he got a big raise and a promotion for him was in the works. There was even talk of making him a board member.
Carmine noticed Eddie talking quietly to someone at the far end of the room and walked toward him. She ignored any congratulators in her path as she was tired of shaking hands.
"Eddie," she said as she got up to him, interrupting his dull conversation with some old woman admirer. She was someone's wife and was nothing but added baggage. "Talk to me a while. My head is spinning from talking to so many people."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Eddie said understandingly. "But you're the big ham, Carmine. That's what stardom's all about."
"Oh, come let's take a walk," she said, taking Eddie's arm. He excused himself politely from the old woman and walked with Carmine through the drunk and wild crowd out again into the cool spring night.
"You're so pretty tonight," Eddie heard himself saying to Carmine. His mind quickly flashed back to that time he'd first tried to grab her crotch after she'd told him the news of their first big concert break. How crude he was then. He'd learned a lot since.
"Why, thank you, Eddie," Carmine said, turning and facing him.
Eddie kissed her gently on the mouth and then couldn't contain himself any longer. He grabbed hold of her and kissed her fiercely. Carmine gave in and let herself be crushed by him. She suddenly liked the feeling of being crushed in the strong arras of a man. It felt very comforting to her.
"It's always been you that I wanted, Carmine. All through those days when I was with those other girls, it was only you I was thinking of. But I was so immature then. I didn't know how to do anything. It feels wonderful to finally have you in my arms. I feel like I'm truly a success now."
"Eddie, don't be so dramatic," Carmine blushed, having never been spoken to so candidly before by someone she didn't regard as weak and ineffectual.
Eddie's admission of love didn't seem to detract from his manliness at all and, in fact, made him seem more desirable to Carmine. She wanted to give herself completely to him. Her final success wish of finding someone that was strong and that would love her also seemed to complement his success wish of finally letting her in his arms and kissing her.
"Let's go somewhere where we can be together privately," Eddie said as he led Carmine back into the room. They walked through the raucous throng toward the hallway which led to the bedrooms.
"What the hell is going on?" Carmine said, stopping suddenly and looking over the thick gathering in the corner.
Butch's harem was at work. A few of his love slaves had taken off their clothes and were dancing wildly to the strains of Carmine's latest record release, which blared through the many loudspeakers in the room.
"Let's watch this a second," Eddie said, just for old times sake.
Butch sat in a chair like a king as his bevy of beauties all began to strip and rub against the men around them. Butch enjoyed seeing his woman excite other males. It meant to him that he was capable of attracting powerfully feminine women and that other males would be jealous of him.
The drunken men about the nudes could not contain themselves and easily let the pretty naked girls strip them of their clothes. Their tits flopped about as they worked on the various guys, always keeping in time with the music as they stripped their prey.
The music seemed to get louder as clumps of flesh rolled about on the floor at Eddie's feet. Occasional long cocks jutted into the air and big, rotund female buttocks also stuck up occasionally. Other females in the crowd, jealous of the attentions that were now being lavished on the nude groupies, also took off their clothes and displayed their wares.
Some of the older women had monstrous tits and threatened to pull the naked males away from Butch's bunch. But Butch had professionals working for him. Joyce and Fay were included among his harem and they knew the ways of the flesh too well to be outdone and any big-titted female. They ferociously licked cock and fondled dicks in a winning effort to keep the spot light.
Butch was proud as the mass of nude flesh continued to grovel at his feet. The putrid smell of pussy juice started to waft into the air as many of the women began to get excited by the jabbings of cocks and pussy rubbings they were getting from many of the old men there.
"There's the producer," Carmine said quietly to Eddie as they continued to survey the orgy.
"Oh yeah, I see him," Eddie said straining his neck.
The producer had some old fat woman pinned to the floor and was humping the daylights out of her. He was having a wonderful time and Carmine was happy that she was able to bring joy into old people's hearts by being the one ultimately responsible for this whole thing.
"Let's go," she said to Eddie.
The scene had made Carmine want to do it and she wanted to do it with Eddie, the one who really wanted to do it with her. They walked silently into one of the many bedrooms in the house and Eddie immediately kissed her again.
Carmine shoved him away and started to take off her own clothes. She unzipped her dress and pulled down her stockings and panties. Eddie sat on the bed watching her and getting a tremendous erection. He watched her black smooth body come close to him and unzip his pants.
She pulled out his cock, which had seemed to have matured since the first times she'd noticed it when he was naked with Joyce many months ago, and let it gently slide between her black lips. She suckled it and felt it begin to throb in her mouth. Eddie lay back on the bed moaning with excitement.
Carmine slowly undressed Eddie as he lay there, his cock sticking in the air ready and waiting. She piled all his clothes on a nearby chair and brought her black body up beside his. He had grown into a man in these last months and she felt thrilled to be nude beside him.
"Carmine, I can't resist you," Eddie said passionately as he rolled on top of the black woman and suckled her firm black tit.
Carmine felt strange at first in this unusual position, but then widened her legs completely and raised the black things into the air over Eddie's back. She readied herself for his cock plunge as he maneuvered it correctly over her pussy hole. He swiftly plunged into her and lost no time in establishing a compatible rhythm with her.
They humped together in perfect harmony until they felt their orgasms begin to come on. Eddie humped faster and Carmine raised her buttocks quicker and quicker to meet his thrusts. His cock felt big and powerful and, as she reached her climax, she realized that she didn't need an extra monster sized cock to satisfy her. This one had been about perfect and her pussy squeezings continued long after she felt Eddie's hot sperm shoot into her and flood her body with warmth.
"Eddie, you were wonderful," Carmine said to him as she still felt her pussy contractions continuing. "That was the nicest time I've ever had with any male."
"You were nice, too, Carmine," Eddie said. "I hope it won't end here. We have a long future ahead of us. Maybe if our good fortunes keep up we can get married. Would you marry me, Carmine?"
"Marry you?" Carmine said a little surprised. She thought about it for a moment. "Maybe," she said suddenly. "It does sound like an awfully good idea. But maybe we could just live together a while until we're sure."
"That sounds wonderful, Carmine," Eddie said, kissing her and feeling his cock harden again.
They continued the kiss through their next humping orgasm and Eddie thought about how he would move into Carmine's new pad and leave Butch with the loft so he could be free to have his sessions with his love slaves. Everything was working out so perfectly. He felt very happy and fulfilled.
"What do you think ever became of Billy?" Carmine said suddenly, remembering that he'd never been seen nor heard of again since the night they made their first tapes.
"Oh, I don't know," Eddie said, lazily moving his leg over Carmine's black knee. "He's probably lying stone cold drunk in some alleyway somewhere or is dead. Who knows?"
"But that's terrible!" Carmine said. "It seems he should be here to enjoy our success with us."
"Well," Eddie said, "sometimes all of us don't make it to the end. Some of us just don't live to see the thing through to ultimate success."
"Wait," Carmine said sitting up, "what's that?" she listened intently.
"It sounds like giggling coming from the next room," Eddie said as he finished putting on his clothes. "Do you want me to go investigate?"
"Shhh!" Carmine said, tip-toeing in front of him to the right room and pushing open the door slightly. "Look at this," she said to Eddie, motioning him over to the half open doorway.
Peter, Larry, and Monti were all nude together in the middle of the bed and all had tremendous erections. They were giggling and grabbing at each other's cocks and jabbing them into each other's asses playfully. They were all having a grand time.
"I always knew it," Eddie said softly to Carmine, closing the door a crack. "I knew those guys were queer the minute I saw them."
"Wait a second," Carmine said with a mischievous smile on her face. "Watch this." She suddenly threw open the door and burst into the room. "What's the meaning of this!" she said sternly. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Well, ah," Peter stammered, standing on the bed with Monti's big dick in his hand. "We were, ah, just warming up for you, Carmine. That's right, we were just preparing ourselves for-"
"Oh shut up!" Carmine said in gruff tone. "Don't give me that! You're all queers, that's what you are! I knew there was something strange going on all along! You were using each other for satisfaction!"
"No Carmine, that's not true," Larry sniveled. He had just recently gotten back into his father's good graces when some girls from the Sacred Suffering Church had revealed to the newspapers how someone with Larry's name had given them divine revelation. His father was so happy to read that, that he knew his son had reformed and took him back into the fold.
"You're all fired as love slaves!" Carmine said suddenly. "You're all finished. Don't ever let me see any of you again!" She slammed the door and walked down the hall laughing with Eddie.
"They didn't need me any longer anyway," Carmine said laughing. "They've got themselves to keep them company."
She and Eddie walked back into the main ballroom of the huge house and surveyed what was left of the orgy. Everyone seemed to be either nude or stepping about looking for their clothes. Only Butch remained completely dressed and still sitting in the same chair in which they'd seen him earlier. He surveyed the scene with great satisfaction as if he was the one that had presided over it.
"I'll give you a call, Butch," Carmine yelled to him from across the room of nude, still bodies. "We've got some big jobs coming up."
"Right," Butch yelled back.
"I won't be home for a while," Eddie screamed to Butch as an afterthought before stepping out into the night with Carmine. "You can have the loft to yourself and your females."
Eddie and Carmine left the party and walked to the new sports car. They got in and drove away together with their new found happiness. Butch remained at the party to watch over his harem and collect them for the ride back to the loft in Larry's inevitable truck. He wondered for an instant as he sat there where Larry was, but was confident he would show up as the evening wore on.
