Chapter 1
GETTIN' IT TOGETHER
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.