Chapter 8
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.
"But Carmine, I just got into town. I don't..."
"You heard me!" Carmine insisted. "Pull 'em down."
"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.