"Disco Boogie"
"Disco Boogie"
The year is 1978 and Disco has reached its fever pitch. All around the city discos were popping up and people were getting down. Janice was no different. By day she was a mild-mannered typist at a local law firm, but at night she strapped on her roller skates and boogied the night away on the roller disco floor. She moved on her skates like an African lioness, lithe, graceful and exuding sensual power. Her afro spread out around her hair like a mane. People said she looked like Foxy Brown but with bigger boobs and slightly buck teeth.
Janice had been making the circuits as a solo skater for quite a while. She had even won quite a few solo competitions. Truth be told more than one of those trophies had been given to her not on her skating merit but because her boobs were just so mesmerizing as they jiggled and bounced to those funky beats. Male judges were practically hypnotized by them.
At that stage in her roller disco queen career Janice had decided it was time to team up in order to take it to the big leagues and stick it to “the man”. Not that there was really any “the men” in Janice’s semi-suburban life but she’d been watching a lot of Blaxploitation movies and she was on a black power kick.
Everyone who was anyone (and that was really no one) was abuzz about one man. Disco Belvedere. They say he skated like he was born on the rink. They say there was magic in his hustle and hustle in his jive. He could boogie-oogie and shake his groove thing like it ain’t no thang at all. Every woman he had partnered with had won Nationals with him. He was gold lame. Janice was determined to make him her partner. That mirror ball trophy would be hers.
She had set up an audition with him on a Friday night. Since the rink where she skated was just a few blocks down from her work and in the opposite direction of home she had brought her skating gear with her in a big funky whicker bag. She felt like a superhero walking into the roller rink. By day she was mild mannered office working Janice-drone. But in her hip happening bag was her supersexy disco gal costume. She got to the rink around 5:15pm and sashayed into the locker room to change. She slipped off her stockings and skirt and slipped into a pair of orange, purple and gold polyester hiphugger bellbottoms. Disco-rific! Then she unbuttoned her blouse and unleashed her capacious breasts from their bra restraint. She slithered into a gold lame halter top that showed ample amounts of her creamy caramel chocolate cleavage. Next came a pair of gold hoop earring so big they could double as bracelets, a gold cuff bracelet so big it resembled Wonder Woman’s indestructible bracelets and a gold necklace with a rhinestone charm that nestled itself just above her cleavage, pointing right at her breasts like a sparkly little arrow. Last but not least Janice unwound her hair from its bun and *spring* it poofed out into its afro-goddess goodness. A big glittery purple flower pinned in her ‘fro completed the look. “Dy-no-MITE!” Janice thought to herself.
She carried her skates over her shoulder out of the locker room to the edge of the rink where she sat down on one of the fuzzy covered mod seats. She set her snow white skates on the floor and began to stroke the soft supple leather ever so softly with a piece of equally snow white cotton flannel. She smoothed over the curve of the toe, and slid the cloth gently beneath, between the wheels. She stroked hard and fast to buff then softer and slower to shine. She moved her hand over her skates like a lover caressing his lover. She put the cloth down and slowly undid the laces, savoring the anticipation of joy to come. Each time a lace slithered through an eyelet she shivered just a tad. At last the laces were undone, and Janice pulled the tongue back to reveal that delicious interior just waiting to be filled. She touched a red lacquered toe to the edge of that abyss and a tingle ran down her spine. Slowly she slid her smooth shapely toes into the skate, feeling the supple soft leather give way. Her arch brushed the lip of the leather and again she shuddered. Finally her silky bronzed brown heel slide into the skate grazing the leather all the way down until it hit the firm but yielding bottom. Janice began to lace the skates up pulling each eyelet tight, delighting in the feel of her foot being encased in such amazing leather.
She stood up and skated over to the DJ booth, and motioned for him to put on her song. She took a few practice laps around the rink feeling herself limber up, her graceful arms and legs pulling in unison. Soon the first cords to “Rock the Boat” came on and she began her routine. There were turns, a low spin, a backwards gliding hustle, and some fast directional changes every time they sang “rock the boat” (she went one way) “don’t rock the boat baby” (switch the other way) Janice was pure Nubian poetry in motion on the rink. She moved like liquid sex, the disco lights sparking off her brown skin making it gleam like bronzed bronze.
She finished her routine with a graceful crouching spin and an equally graceful halting stop. Her bodacious bosoms heaved with effort and she gleamed with a sheen of perspiration. From the shadows she heard a slow steady clapping. “Bravo, babe, bravo!” the smooth honey basso voice purred. “Disco Belvedere!” Janice thought and a thrill ran through her from her head right down her spine and spread like a warm glow between her legs. “I know what I like and I like what I see” he purred to her “you got style girl”. From the shadows she could see the red glow of his cigarette, and soon enough a smoke ring floated out that looked suspiciously like a vagina.
He stepped from the shadows and as if by magic or fate or just plain good timing a spotlight lit him up and The Bee Gees “Stayin Alive” came on the sound system. Janice’s knees became wobbly as she glimpsed her first glance of the legendary Disco Belvedere. He was stunning in his sky blue polyester lounge suit. The bellbottoms were so wide he could have hidden a midget in each leg and the lapels were so long they brushed past his shoulders and looked like airplane wings. The crotch was so tight it looked like he was smuggling fruit in his pants, two plums and a very large banana. His black patent leather platform shoes had a clear acrylic stack sole at least 4 inches high. Janice loved a man in big shoes. His hair was Jeri-curled into the most amazing afro that was not too long and not too short but oh so amazingly sensually perfect. The sideburns alone were enough to make a girl wet. Above his lip curled a bounteous black moustache which trailed down his cheeks and chin into a perfect bikers fu-manchu. On his long broad fingers were gold rings set with sparkling stones in a riot of colors. His shiny white silk shirt lay unbuttoned most of the way down showing off an expanse of chest and curly black hair. Around his neck he wore a large silver chain and on the end was a sparkling diamond accented Star of David.
“Oh my god you’re a Heeb!” Janice gasped.
“Yeah and you a nigger but I ain’t pointing that now am I?” Disco Belvedere drawled.
“I…I…I thought you were black!” she stammered
“Well Sugar Tits, I’m better than that, I’m white chocolate” he intoned.
And with that Janice melted. The room felt hot and she felt dizzy and sweaty and shaky. She felt drawn to him like a magnet to a fridge door. She skated over to him and pressed her red hot brown body against his uber cool white one and whispered in his ear. “Let me show you some of my better moves” She laced her fingers in his and led him across the rink to a small side room. She parted the bead curtains and led him into the shaggadelic lounge room. Blacklights set the mood with their passionate purple glow. She led him over to one of the beanbag chairs and pushed him down on it. “Off” she said, pointing at his pants.
“Now wait one minute there Ms. Bootay what makes you think you can just abuse Disco Belvedere like this?” Disco Belvedere asked.
“Because I’m a woman, I’m horny, and I can do this” Janice replied as she bent over backwards like a Limbo dancer and grabbed her ankles
“Good point” stated Disco Belvedere as he kicked his shoes off and pulled down his pants. Janice marveled at his enormous Caucasian cock, so creamy white and hard it looked like marble. She slid to her knees on the red shag carpeting and slipped her burgundy lipsticked lips on his luscious member. She kissed his cock from tip to where it meets the nuts. Janice had never seen a one-eyed wonderworm without it sweater. The circumcised penis looked odd to her, like a strange pinkish mushroom. She popped that mushroom cap in her mouth and rolled his tip with her tongue. He reached around her to undo the strings of her halter top. Her ample breasts spilled out of her top and hung like ripe mangos. He stroked her tits that looked like sweet Malted Milkballs, as she went down on his naked trouser snake.
“Oh fuck me now!” Disco Belvedere grunted as he pulled Janice towards his mouth. They kissed frantically, her red lips lost in his black ‘stache. She moaned low and deep as she felt herself swell and juice for him. She eagerly began to pull off her hiphuggers, and went to pull off her skates. “Leave them on” he pleaded, so she pulled her pants off over them and left those creamy white skates on. She stood in front of him in all her natural glory, a very prominent afro between her legs to match the one on her head. “Damn girl!” Disco Belvedere exclaimed, and he pulled a hair pick out of his suitcoat pocket. He used it to gently part her bouffant pubic hair to reveal that pinkish brown seed of her womanhood. He gently licked that black pearl and ran his tongue along the her lips and labia. As he savored her sweet fishy juices he mentally noted that black, white or purple all women tasted pretty much the same down below.
He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him on the beanbag. With a gentle yet forceful thrust he jammed his penis into her tight, wet, black pussy. She cried out and tossed her head back, her caramel breasts bouncing along. He stroked her boobs, her back, her big black booty. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and his stomach. He watched as his white cock slid in and out of her black pussy, like ebony and ivory. She began to find her rhythm as she rode his white stallion. Ironically it was to the beat of “Stayin Alive” In her head it became “thrust thrust thrust thrust getting it on, getting it on” The beat became faster and more erratic as she got closer and closer to climax. When she finally came and released the music in her head was a much more uptempo “Young Hearts Run Free” As the both came together the Disco Belvedere pulled Janice to his chest and nuzzled her ear. Their afros tangled together, and it became hard to tell where one began and the other ended, it became one big brillo pad of pleasure. They spilled off the beanbag onto the shag carpeting, laying there panting. They looked like coffee and cream laying there on the rug.
Janice slowly let her eyes begin to focus again and watched the patterns from the mirror ball spin on the walls and across Disco Belvedere’s face. He stroked between her thighs in a lazy sort of way and murmured in her ear “You got yourself a partner Sugar Tits. Practice starts tomorrow 9am. Oh and next time Baby Doll bring a dress that’s easier to get out of than those pants”
The year is 1978 and Disco has reached its fever pitch. All around the city discos were popping up and people were getting down. Janice was no different. By day she was a mild-mannered typist at a local law firm, but at night she strapped on her roller skates and boogied the night away on the roller disco floor. She moved on her skates like an African lioness, lithe, graceful and exuding sensual power. Her afro spread out around her hair like a mane. People said she looked like Foxy Brown but with bigger boobs and slightly buck teeth.
Janice had been making the circuits as a solo skater for quite a while. She had even won quite a few solo competitions. Truth be told more than one of those trophies had been given to her not on her skating merit but because her boobs were just so mesmerizing as they jiggled and bounced to those funky beats. Male judges were practically hypnotized by them.
At that stage in her roller disco queen career Janice had decided it was time to team up in order to take it to the big leagues and stick it to “the man”. Not that there was really any “the men” in Janice’s semi-suburban life but she’d been watching a lot of Blaxploitation movies and she was on a black power kick.
Everyone who was anyone (and that was really no one) was abuzz about one man. Disco Belvedere. They say he skated like he was born on the rink. They say there was magic in his hustle and hustle in his jive. He could boogie-oogie and shake his groove thing like it ain’t no thang at all. Every woman he had partnered with had won Nationals with him. He was gold lame. Janice was determined to make him her partner. That mirror ball trophy would be hers.
She had set up an audition with him on a Friday night. Since the rink where she skated was just a few blocks down from her work and in the opposite direction of home she had brought her skating gear with her in a big funky whicker bag. She felt like a superhero walking into the roller rink. By day she was mild mannered office working Janice-drone. But in her hip happening bag was her supersexy disco gal costume. She got to the rink around 5:15pm and sashayed into the locker room to change. She slipped off her stockings and skirt and slipped into a pair of orange, purple and gold polyester hiphugger bellbottoms. Disco-rific! Then she unbuttoned her blouse and unleashed her capacious breasts from their bra restraint. She slithered into a gold lame halter top that showed ample amounts of her creamy caramel chocolate cleavage. Next came a pair of gold hoop earring so big they could double as bracelets, a gold cuff bracelet so big it resembled Wonder Woman’s indestructible bracelets and a gold necklace with a rhinestone charm that nestled itself just above her cleavage, pointing right at her breasts like a sparkly little arrow. Last but not least Janice unwound her hair from its bun and *spring* it poofed out into its afro-goddess goodness. A big glittery purple flower pinned in her ‘fro completed the look. “Dy-no-MITE!” Janice thought to herself.
She carried her skates over her shoulder out of the locker room to the edge of the rink where she sat down on one of the fuzzy covered mod seats. She set her snow white skates on the floor and began to stroke the soft supple leather ever so softly with a piece of equally snow white cotton flannel. She smoothed over the curve of the toe, and slid the cloth gently beneath, between the wheels. She stroked hard and fast to buff then softer and slower to shine. She moved her hand over her skates like a lover caressing his lover. She put the cloth down and slowly undid the laces, savoring the anticipation of joy to come. Each time a lace slithered through an eyelet she shivered just a tad. At last the laces were undone, and Janice pulled the tongue back to reveal that delicious interior just waiting to be filled. She touched a red lacquered toe to the edge of that abyss and a tingle ran down her spine. Slowly she slid her smooth shapely toes into the skate, feeling the supple soft leather give way. Her arch brushed the lip of the leather and again she shuddered. Finally her silky bronzed brown heel slide into the skate grazing the leather all the way down until it hit the firm but yielding bottom. Janice began to lace the skates up pulling each eyelet tight, delighting in the feel of her foot being encased in such amazing leather.
She stood up and skated over to the DJ booth, and motioned for him to put on her song. She took a few practice laps around the rink feeling herself limber up, her graceful arms and legs pulling in unison. Soon the first cords to “Rock the Boat” came on and she began her routine. There were turns, a low spin, a backwards gliding hustle, and some fast directional changes every time they sang “rock the boat” (she went one way) “don’t rock the boat baby” (switch the other way) Janice was pure Nubian poetry in motion on the rink. She moved like liquid sex, the disco lights sparking off her brown skin making it gleam like bronzed bronze.
She finished her routine with a graceful crouching spin and an equally graceful halting stop. Her bodacious bosoms heaved with effort and she gleamed with a sheen of perspiration. From the shadows she heard a slow steady clapping. “Bravo, babe, bravo!” the smooth honey basso voice purred. “Disco Belvedere!” Janice thought and a thrill ran through her from her head right down her spine and spread like a warm glow between her legs. “I know what I like and I like what I see” he purred to her “you got style girl”. From the shadows she could see the red glow of his cigarette, and soon enough a smoke ring floated out that looked suspiciously like a vagina.
He stepped from the shadows and as if by magic or fate or just plain good timing a spotlight lit him up and The Bee Gees “Stayin Alive” came on the sound system. Janice’s knees became wobbly as she glimpsed her first glance of the legendary Disco Belvedere. He was stunning in his sky blue polyester lounge suit. The bellbottoms were so wide he could have hidden a midget in each leg and the lapels were so long they brushed past his shoulders and looked like airplane wings. The crotch was so tight it looked like he was smuggling fruit in his pants, two plums and a very large banana. His black patent leather platform shoes had a clear acrylic stack sole at least 4 inches high. Janice loved a man in big shoes. His hair was Jeri-curled into the most amazing afro that was not too long and not too short but oh so amazingly sensually perfect. The sideburns alone were enough to make a girl wet. Above his lip curled a bounteous black moustache which trailed down his cheeks and chin into a perfect bikers fu-manchu. On his long broad fingers were gold rings set with sparkling stones in a riot of colors. His shiny white silk shirt lay unbuttoned most of the way down showing off an expanse of chest and curly black hair. Around his neck he wore a large silver chain and on the end was a sparkling diamond accented Star of David.
“Oh my god you’re a Heeb!” Janice gasped.
“Yeah and you a nigger but I ain’t pointing that now am I?” Disco Belvedere drawled.
“I…I…I thought you were black!” she stammered
“Well Sugar Tits, I’m better than that, I’m white chocolate” he intoned.
And with that Janice melted. The room felt hot and she felt dizzy and sweaty and shaky. She felt drawn to him like a magnet to a fridge door. She skated over to him and pressed her red hot brown body against his uber cool white one and whispered in his ear. “Let me show you some of my better moves” She laced her fingers in his and led him across the rink to a small side room. She parted the bead curtains and led him into the shaggadelic lounge room. Blacklights set the mood with their passionate purple glow. She led him over to one of the beanbag chairs and pushed him down on it. “Off” she said, pointing at his pants.
“Now wait one minute there Ms. Bootay what makes you think you can just abuse Disco Belvedere like this?” Disco Belvedere asked.
“Because I’m a woman, I’m horny, and I can do this” Janice replied as she bent over backwards like a Limbo dancer and grabbed her ankles
“Good point” stated Disco Belvedere as he kicked his shoes off and pulled down his pants. Janice marveled at his enormous Caucasian cock, so creamy white and hard it looked like marble. She slid to her knees on the red shag carpeting and slipped her burgundy lipsticked lips on his luscious member. She kissed his cock from tip to where it meets the nuts. Janice had never seen a one-eyed wonderworm without it sweater. The circumcised penis looked odd to her, like a strange pinkish mushroom. She popped that mushroom cap in her mouth and rolled his tip with her tongue. He reached around her to undo the strings of her halter top. Her ample breasts spilled out of her top and hung like ripe mangos. He stroked her tits that looked like sweet Malted Milkballs, as she went down on his naked trouser snake.
“Oh fuck me now!” Disco Belvedere grunted as he pulled Janice towards his mouth. They kissed frantically, her red lips lost in his black ‘stache. She moaned low and deep as she felt herself swell and juice for him. She eagerly began to pull off her hiphuggers, and went to pull off her skates. “Leave them on” he pleaded, so she pulled her pants off over them and left those creamy white skates on. She stood in front of him in all her natural glory, a very prominent afro between her legs to match the one on her head. “Damn girl!” Disco Belvedere exclaimed, and he pulled a hair pick out of his suitcoat pocket. He used it to gently part her bouffant pubic hair to reveal that pinkish brown seed of her womanhood. He gently licked that black pearl and ran his tongue along the her lips and labia. As he savored her sweet fishy juices he mentally noted that black, white or purple all women tasted pretty much the same down below.
He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him on the beanbag. With a gentle yet forceful thrust he jammed his penis into her tight, wet, black pussy. She cried out and tossed her head back, her caramel breasts bouncing along. He stroked her boobs, her back, her big black booty. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and his stomach. He watched as his white cock slid in and out of her black pussy, like ebony and ivory. She began to find her rhythm as she rode his white stallion. Ironically it was to the beat of “Stayin Alive” In her head it became “thrust thrust thrust thrust getting it on, getting it on” The beat became faster and more erratic as she got closer and closer to climax. When she finally came and released the music in her head was a much more uptempo “Young Hearts Run Free” As the both came together the Disco Belvedere pulled Janice to his chest and nuzzled her ear. Their afros tangled together, and it became hard to tell where one began and the other ended, it became one big brillo pad of pleasure. They spilled off the beanbag onto the shag carpeting, laying there panting. They looked like coffee and cream laying there on the rug.
Janice slowly let her eyes begin to focus again and watched the patterns from the mirror ball spin on the walls and across Disco Belvedere’s face. He stroked between her thighs in a lazy sort of way and murmured in her ear “You got yourself a partner Sugar Tits. Practice starts tomorrow 9am. Oh and next time Baby Doll bring a dress that’s easier to get out of than those pants”