Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2017 01:04:31 +0000
From: herb_cat@lycos.com
Subject: White Bitch Chronicles episode 3

White Bitch Chronicles: Episode 3: Kenny Goes to College

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.oOo.

This is the third episode of the White Bitch Chronicles. The entire
series covers a time span of nearly two decades. Each episode records
the experiences and self-discoveries of a different white narrator who
encounters authoritative black masters. The narrator in episode 2 was
Donny, an eighth grader. The narrator in episode 3, which is
contemporaneous with episode 2,  is his older brother Kenny, a college
freshman.

.oOo.

When I arrived at Forester, being one of the few whites on campus, I
knew my black dorm mates would eventually make me their white bitch,
which was something I longed for, after all those years in the BRBC. I
spoke to my brother every night and he told me he was going to go to his
first BRBC meeting. It got me excited, knowing what he was about to
discover about Black Men and white Boys. But I was worried. Would he be
able to handle it? Would he be frightened? Would he get hurt? I put in a
call to Sir Zion and asked him a favor. Kind Sir Zion allowed me to help
guide little Donny through his first experience as a bitch. I watched
him suck his first black cock and get his cherry popped. All the while,
I was sitting bare assed on my black roommate's lap, for I had already
become his bitch. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The first day, after my parents saw me settled into my room in Newbody
Dorm, kissed me, and left for the long drive back home, I was nervous.
My roommate didn't arrive until four hours later. He was a freshman,
too, with caramel skin, lighter than any of the Sirs in the BRBC. He
told me right off he had a steady girl friend, and asked if I did too.
It was not going well. I needed a big black dude who knew how to fuck
ass.

At supper, we trotted over to Bogota Dining Hall. I purposely wore my
form hugging jeans, the ones Mom didn't see me pack, the ones I was
supposed to get rid of last year when they got too tight, the ones that
showed off my lovely buttocks. We took our trays, got our food (fried
chicken, corn bread, collard greens), and found a table. My roommate
began chatting it up with the other blacks. I felt excluded. I picked at
my food and looked around. Three tables away from us I spotted a big
dark dude staring at me. He was fuckin gorgeous, with rich dark
chocolate skin that just radiated beauty. His head was shaved nearly
bald and facial expression was serious. He wore a small white stud in
his left ear. The rest of the dining hall disappeared from my eyes. I
grinned and stupidly sent him a wink. He gestured with his head and I
got up, took my tray and went over to his table. I was about to sit
across from him, but he gestured again for me to sit next to him.

"You're new here." Yes, that was obvious. "I'm Stefan." How should I
introduce myself. As Boy Kenneth? I decided that would be too
presumptuous.

"At school they called me Kenny." That left the door open for
speculation.

"You know you're a cute little white Boy?"

"So I've been told."

"Yet you applied to a black college."

"There are a lot of things I like about black men," I replied honestly.

I felt his hand on my ass. He was reaching down and wiggling his fingers
under my jeans-covered Boy cunt. "Yeah? Like what?"

"Like that, Sir" I said.

"I thought so. Tell me what you'd like to do here at Forester. I mean
honestly."

It was now or never, I decided. Let the truth come out. "Sir, I would
like to be your bitch Boy, Sir Stefan. You can call me Boy Kenneth."

"I thought so. I think I can accommodate you. You're not eating. Don't
you like the food at Forester? Is it too black for you?

"Sir, I'm not hungry any more, Sir. Not for this."

"What are you hungry for, Boy?"

"This." I reached over and felt his crotch. I could tell he was well
endowed.

"Well, let's go up to my room and I'll give you your, uh, dessert."

We stood up. He put his arm around my neck, claiming me. Other students
looked at us. I was grinning. We headed for the elevator and went up to
the second floor. We headed down the hall to his room.

"Hi, Stefan." Another black dude was sitting at his desk. Stefan had a
roommate.

"Scram, Cody. I need to have the room to myself tonight. Find somewhere
else to crash."

Cody smiled at me. "Sure, Stefan. I got ya." He threw some things into a
backpack, all the while eyeing me over like a piece of fresh meat.

"Will you hurry the fuck up, Cody?"

Cody stepped toward the door. "You want me to put a sock on the
doorknob?"

"No, but lock the door on your way out. But leave your key here."

"You bet, Stefan. Whatever you say." Cody looked at me one last time,
licked his lips and left.

"Finally," said Sir Stefan. "Now show me what you can do."

I immediately got down on my knees, which made my tight jeans pull down
on my ass revealing my crack. Perfect!

I reached over to undo Sir Stefan's trousers and they slipped down to
his knees. He was wearing a pair of boxers underneath with an African
lion design. The lion's eyes were staring at me, intimidating. Like he
was asking me, "Yo know what yo gettin' yo-self in for, white Boy?" Yes,
I knew damn well and I was not daunted. Knowing what was waiting for me
beyond the fabric, I began to lick the lion's face, using all the spit I
could muster. And soon I was rewarded with the outline of Sir Stefan's
huge cock. I stared up at his face adoringly.  He looked down at me
judgmentally. I cupped his balls in my hand as I licked and the lion
began to transform into a safari tent. I reached up and gently pulled
the waistband out enough to free the  creature within. With one hand I
pushed the lion out of the way. Now down at Sir Stefan's knees, the king
of the jungle could watch the white Boy tame another ferocious beast.
With my other hand I held Sir Stefan's shaft and licked again, this time
with no intervening fabric. From piss slit to ball sack and back again.
Each time I reached the helmet, I took it between my lips and tongued
the slit. If I were the fucker instead of the fuckee, my tongue would
have penetrated that opening. The tip of Sir Stefan's helmet was
surprisingly pink, but the rest of his shaft was a rich dark mahogany,
finely grained, like a highly polished ebony carving. I craved it. I
wanted to devour it. But I also wanted to savor each moment. so I showed
some restraint. Gradually, I took in more and more of this wondrous
appendage. Again I turned my gaze heavenward, to look into the new
sunshine of my life, if you can imagine black sunshine. His countenance
had softened. I sucked harder. I stopped momentarily to lick his shaft
and take each of his balls between my lips to suck on them. I pushed my
head between his legs to lick his taint. Then I quickly returned to his
steel hard man tool, now dripping delicious strings of precum. I reached
behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks, to prevent him from pulling away.
As I continued sucking, he began bucking. I looked at his face
inquisitively; I wanted to know where he wanted to be when he erupted.
His hands grabbed mine and pulled them forcefully off his ass cheeks, so
he could then pull out of my mouth. A half second later, I was treated
to a cleansing cum facial. My eyelashes were bound together by jizz so I
couldn't see my Master, but I felt his warming jizz washing over my
cheeks, my nose, my lips. I stuck my tongue out to retrieve as much as
possible. "Thank you, Sir."

Sir Stefan gently took his thumb and cleared my eyes so I could see
again. "Shit, Boy, yo is one hell of a fuckin cocksucker." I smiled,
thinking to myself, I had had excellent trainers, the Men in the BRBC.
"Now let me take a good look at the other place I'm gonna shove my big
fat cock." I stood up and took off my shirt which now bore blobs of Sir
Stefan's cum. Then, slowly, teasingly, I unbuckled my jeans. Slowly,
teasingly, I lowered my fly. Then I turned my side toward him and
slowly, teasingly, lowered my jeans below my hips,--he now saw I wore no
underwear,--below my thighs, below my knees, below my shins. My hands
were now at my ankles, presenting a perfect view of my asshole, my Boy
cunt, to Sir Stefan's empty bed. Since I was turned sideways, Stefan
only saw the whiteness of my profile. Whiteness = emptiness =
nothingness, I looked at him. He was grinning. Slowly, teasingly, I
stepped out of my jeans, stood up and put the inside of the back side,
the denim that had just been clinging to my ass, up to my nose. I closed
my eyes and inhaled. I was torturing him and I knew it. When I opened my
eyes, he was gawking at me, gripping his beautiful cock. Then I turned
my back to him, spread my feet apart, bent over and grabbed my ankles.
"Oh my God, Boy. Yo po lily white ass is just beggin to be slammed,
ain't it?"

"Yes, Sir." I let go of one ankle, reached up and put a hand to my ear
and watched Sir Stefan's curious face as I audibly whispered, "What did
you say, little asshole.? Oh yes, I can certainly understand that. Sir,
my asshole told me it's jealous of my mouth."

"Well, Shit my stars, we got us a talkin' asshole. What else your
worthless asshole tellin yo, Boy?"

I squeaked in my best talkin' asshole imitation, "Sir Stefen, I want you
to fuck me. Please, Sir. Good and hard. Like you said, I'm just a po
lily white ass and so I'm beggin to be slammed, Sir."

Sir Stefan laughed and dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of
them.

The asshole squeaked, "Oh, no, Sir Stefan! It's way too big! I can't
swallow all that, Sir?"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole. Enough out of yo. I guess I'm gonna have to
put a plug in it to keep you quiet." He came over, grabbed my ass and
pulled it toward his big cock.

Another squeak, "Oh, yes, Sir Stefan, plug me up to shut me up, Sir."

He slapped my ass. Hard. "Enough, Boy. Yo is tryin' my patience now."
The squeaking stopped. He pushed me over toward his desk and told me to
grab the edge with my hands. Then he kicked my legs back to get my ass
in the perfect position. "Hold on tight, Boy. Yo is goin' fo the ride of
yo life!" He couldn't see the big grin on my face.

He spit in my hole. "No time for lube, Boy." He grabbed my hips tight in
his big black hands, pressed his cockhead against my hungry coight and
began to push. I pressed back and the muscle ring opened up a little. He
was coming in. "Damn, Boy, yo really is hungry fo it." I grunted in
reply. He pushed in more. Then pulled back. He began the in-and-out
pistoning, getting in a little further with each slam. My nose was
filling with the distinctive aroma of black testosterone, a scent that
always intoxicated me back in the basement of the church. Suddenly he
pulled out, spun me around, again told me to put my hands on his desk,
picked up my legs until my shins rested on his shoulders, and stuck his
cock back into my ass. A new position for me. I loved it. I bounced
myself up and down on his iron rod, yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He gave
one final animalistic holler and erupted inside me. I felt renewed. My
first college fuck. My first fuck by someone of legal age. The first of
many, I hoped.

Sir Stefan was unstoppable. He seemed to revive quickly and was ready to
fuck again in minutes. A black version of the fuzzy pink battery bunny.
Hour after hour we fucked that night. I learned many new positions. I
didn't care that my asshole was getting sore.

About four AM, I put my pants back on. My nice tight jeans. I left the
rest of my clothes in Sir Stefan's room. I knew I'd be coming back. I
limped barefoot back downstairs to my room. I wasn't sure what the
protocol was supposed to be here at Forester. Was I supposed to keep my
tryst with Sir Stefan a secret like back in the BRBC? Would I get
lynched if I told? I tried to open the door quietly.

"Hey, I was worried about you." My roommate was awake. Shit! He was
sitting up in bed in his boxers. Ordinarily a Negro dressed like that
would have turned me on, but I just come from Sir Stefan and this poor
kid just couldn't compare with that. Of course, if he had asked, I would
have sucked him off. That's what a white bitch Boy does. But instead he
asked, "Where were you all this time?"

"I was talking to Sir Stefan." I said it in a way that he could have
heard it as a stutter, "S-Stefan." "We didn't realize how late it was."
He may have been jealous that I had befriended an upperclassman on my
very first day. "I'm gonna hit the sack."

The next day, we registered for our classes. I noticed a lot of black
dudes looking at me and grinning. A couple of them grabbed their
crotches. They were sending me a message. Apparently, the word was out.
I felt relieved. At lunch, I sat down at an empty table and was soon
surrounded by four big burly black men. I was in Heaven. The two on
either side of me kept groping me as we ate. They talked among
themselves, but kept ogling me. Then the man sitting facing me said,
"Boy, get me a cup of coffee."

"Yes, Sir," I replied and pried myself out from the table. "How do you
like it, Sir?"

"Black."

"Good choice, Sir. Everything is better black, Sir." I grinned. He
smirked. I brought the coffee back and sat down.

The man on my left went back to groping, feeling my ass. The man on my
right said, "Boy, get me a cup of coffee also."

"Yes, Sir."

"And make it the color of my cock." I glanced down. He had pulled his
cock out so I could see. I was awestruck. I memorized what I saw, and
went and poured a cup of java for him. Then I carefully, slowly, I
stirred in just enough creamer to match the color of his beautiful man
tool. When I returned, he held the cup beside his cock and compared
them, then nodded. I was pleased. He zipped up.

The fourth man then told me, "Boy, you have to take a piss."

"I do, Sir?"

"Yes, you do, I'll show you where your bathroom is."

I stood up. He led me out and down the hall away from the dining room. I
knew where the men's room was, and so I knew when we passed right by it.
We kept walking further. I followed him downstairs to the basement. He
opened a door that was actually an old broom closet, equipped with a
sink on the floor for wringing out mops. He left the door ajar. "This is
the bathroom you are to use, Boy. We never want to see you fouling the
one upstairs, no matter how urgent the situation is. Step into that sink
and get on your knees." I knelt. He opened his fly and pulled out his
pisser. He directed his stream at my face. As he put his dick away,
another man from the table walked in and sent his piss stream where the
other had gone. Then another and finally the fourth. When they had
finished, my clothes were drenched and my knees were in a yellow puddle.
I had been baptized.

I tried to sneak back to my dorm but I got a lot of looks along the way.
In my room, I grabbed a robe, brought all my clothes to the laundry room
and then headed for the shower while they tumbled. That evening, after
dinner, I wore my cargo pants and returned to Sir Stefan's room. When I
humbly knocked and begged admission, the door opened.

"Oh, hello, Sir Cody. Is Sir Stefan here?"

"Come in, Boy. Don't ask questions."

"Sorry, Sir." I went into the room. Sir Cody left the door open.

"You know, you really messed me up last night. I had to crash with my
Bros down the hall all night."

"Sorry, Sir." I apologized even though I knew it wasn't my fault.

"Well, show me how sorry you are then."

I assumed the position. I got down on my hands and knees and opened my
mouth, as Sir Cody opened his fly. I went to work. He started moaning. I
worshipped his beautiful black cock as I had learned to do back in the
BRBC. Just as he was about to climax, I felt a hand on my ass. The
stranger didn't bother to unbuckle my pants, just pulled them off my ass
and down to my knees. I kept sucking. I felt my hole getting fingered,
no, it was being lubricated. The stranger said, "Get the Boy up on the
desk. A third black man joined in and the three of them picked me up and
laid me face up on Sir Stefan's desk, throwing my cargo pants on to his
bed, so I was naked from my shirttail down to my work boots. I called to
mind some of the beautiful fucks I'd had the previous night that
involved this desk. I threw my legs up in the air and grabbed my ankles,
then leaned my head back. Sir Cody's cock was primed so he took his
place at my asshole. I started sucking Sir number two, while Sir number
three milked my puny dick. Sirs four and five entered the room to watch,
and I could hear voices laughing out in the hallway, joking about the
Boy getting fucked. As each black cock delivered its load, either to my
mouth or my asshole, my Boy cunt, another took its place. I didn't
bother keeping count. I just kept sucking cock and holding my ankles.
The fucking must have gone on for almost an hour. Finally, there didn't
seem to be a black cock in the room that hadn't been thoroughly drained.
Delicious black man cum spilled out of my nose, lips and Boy cunt.

"Shit, look at my desk." It was Sir Stefan. He had returned. "You men
couldn't have laid a towel or something down first?" Everybody laughed.
Sir Stefan looked down at me. "How you doing, Boy?"

"Great, Sir."

"Good. I had some important business to take care of. I told Sir Cody to
get you warmed up for me. I guess he did."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir Cody." I looked at the other men. "Thank you,
Sirs, all of you." They harrumphed and pushed their cocks into their
pants. One of them spat on me for good measure, before they left. Sir
Stefan closed the door and locked it. "No more interruptions tonight.
You look spent, Cody."

"Just give me a while, I'll be ready to go again in no time."

"Good. Boy, Sir Cody and me, we're going to tag team your ass all night.
You ready for that?"

My asshole was sore from all the pounding it had already received, but I
answered, "Yes, Sir."

The next day as I headed off to class, a little bow legged, I passed a
groundskeeper pruning a bush. "Hi, Boy," he said. "Good morning, Sir," I
replied, smiling.

In my first class, a large auditorium with a hundred students, I kept
hearing, "Move over, Boy," "You're in my way, Boy," "Pick up my pencil,
Boy," etc. Word had gotten around. My second class was a small seminar.
Just eight students and a TA. As I sat down, the other students each
called me Boy and I replied,

"Good morning, Sir." When the TA took attendance, he first called on the
other seven by name. I tried to memorize them all. Finally, he turned to
me and in a loud voice said, "Boy Kenneth."

"Present, Sir."

As I walked around campus over the next few days, time and again some
one would come up behind me and whisper "Follow me, Boy." We'd go into
the bushes where I'd give him a blowjob. I was often late to class. But
the dean had spread the word that my tardiness was to be tolerated
because I was performing a necessary function on campus. He said this
because he was also using me as his bitch.

When the week ended, I asked Sir Stefan if he would please do me a favor
Saturday night. I explained about the BRBC and about my brother Donny. I
told him how Sir Zion had given me permission to give my little brother
encouragement. Sir Stefan kindly agreed as long as he could watch the
little white eighth grade asshole getting deflowered. So there I was
with my bare ass in Sir Stefan's lap when we watched Sir Tyler pop Boy
Donald's cherry. The birth of one more little white bitch. After that
night, my little brother often watched me getting my ass and mouth
fucked by big fat black college cocks, and on Saturdays there was always
an audience at Forester watching Boy Donald getting the same from big
fat black high school cocks.

.oOo.

The next episode of White Bitch Chronicles, occurring eight years later,
recounts how Kenny as a senior oriented a freshman to life on campus and
that student, when he graduated, found a job. As an author, I welcome
feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story,
positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.