Chapter 5
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.