Journey of the Whiteboi

Ch. 11 Kwanzaa

Early in December, she sat me down looked me in the eyes, and said, “We don’t celebrate Christmas in our group, we celebrate Kwanzaa is that going to be a problem for you?” She asked with a look of concern on her face, “What do you usually do over the holidays?

I thought for a moment and then responded, “I usually spend the holidays with my wife, but I haven’t spoken with her in months, what’s Kwanzaa?”

We sat there for some time while she explained what Kwanzaa is, how long it lasts, what the kinara is, the candles and their significance, and all the other major aspects of the celebration. I smiled. The celebrations sounded like a lot of fun and also a lot of cooking for me, but I didn’t mind.

On the twenty-fourth of December, she came to me and said, “We need to get the decorations for Kwanzaa and Kinara out of the closet in the spare room.” I knew the ‘we’ in that statement meant ‘you’, so I scurried off to find the decorations in their hidey-hole. I located the box, brought it out, and spent most of the rest of the day putting decorations featuring brightly colored linens, Happy Kwanzaa banners about the condo, and adding some more festive colors. It was a pleasing effect. She put the little wooden kinara in the middle of the bright tablecloth I’d laid out on the table.

The weeklong celebration of Kwanzaa started on the twenty-sixth of December with the lighting of the middle, black candle on the kinara. Her friends came around, had a few drinks that I’d happily serve, and I’d play the piano for their entertainment. She took me out of my cage and sucked my tiny, white clitty until it gave up its watery, white cum which she immediately snowballed me with a few times to give me some celebrations too. I always smiled and gulped her gift down graciously while gazing into her beautiful laughing eyes.

On that evening I came to her. “Happy first day of Kwanzaa, my Goddess!” I grinned. As we lit the black candle, I handed her a brightly wrapped package with a huge smile and a light kiss on her cheek.

“What’s this?” she asked, as she accepted the package, “You know, according to strict tradition, this shouldn’t be given until January first, but I’m dying to see what it is!” she beamed as she began to unwrap it.

“It’s a token of my affection!”

“It’s beautiful,” she beamed as the final tear was made in the paper and she saw the gift. Inside a shadow box was a delicately mounted butterfly with deep blue wings outlined in white with gold markings on the trailing edges of the upper surface and silvery white on the underside. The mounting showed both surfaces. A small plaque in the corner announced the creature as a Karner Blue (Lycaeides melissa Samuels) butterfly, A very rare species of North American insect.

“A Karner Blue!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open. “These are extremely rare and must have cost you a fortune, how did you get the money?” she asked while her smile of appreciation leaped off her face.

I smiled wide, “I’ve been saving my allowance since September, I found it in October and put it on layaway. I thought it was something you would like and would go well with the red and yellow one in the entry hall. It’s meant to remind you of me, the colors on the wings represent the blue that I love to wear, the white underbelly represents my white underbelly that you like so much, and the gold is for the blonde in my hair.”

Her eyes softened and her head shook slowly back and forth. “Only you could look at this little bug and see all that, you are so sweet, thank you,” she beamed putting her arms around me, “That was very thoughtful,” she said in a demure voice with her gorgeous eyes fixed on me.

We put the new butterfly in place then she looked at me and smiled. She was inordinately pleased with the gift I’d given her and I was elated. She took me by the leash and led me into the bedroom turned to face me and said, “Undress me, Whiteboi,” in a smoky, sensual voice. I grinned and obediently slipped her dress off leaving her there in her shiny black thong and matching half, push-up, nipple-less bra that made her tits stand out and look even more gorgeous. I then dropped my linen and was naked before her but for my cage. She saw the look on my face, then licked her fingertips and rubbed her sumptuous nipples while gazing into my semi-stunned expression. “I know you like these come and satisfy your thirst.”

I needed no second invitation, my body seemed to move forward of its own accord my eyes fixed untilcontacted then I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of her arms coming up to cradle my head as she began to walk me gently toward the bed. As she sat, she parted her knees indicating I should kneel keeping at a relative height to her with my lips locked on that luscious nipple while rolling them gently back and causing her to lift her head and coo. Laying back on the bed and taking me with her I released her nipple to strip off her thong to find her delightful pussy underneath. My mouth began to water as my head began to dip toward her gorgeous crease. A longing welled up from deep in my breast as my tongue contacted her silky folds and I tasted the nectar of the Goddess once again. I felt the scents and sensations begin to intoxicate me. Her hands fell softly to the back of my head and her moan told me I was going the right way. I settled down between her legs and got more serious about my work. Licking up and down made her so hot and so ready for my fingers. I pressed inside her love hole, found her G-spot, and began to strum with my fingers while licking and sucking on her spiky clit. Her glorious sounds turned me on so much. The higher the pitch and more garbled they got the more I was encouraged to redouble my efforts. I wanted desperately to make her cum and I had never been disappointed. Her body tensed and I felt the vibrations running through her system. Her superb legs quivered over top of my arms as I pulled myself in to finish the job. The contractions that were the harbinger of her orgasm started suddenly and the air was forced out of her lungs. Moments later, her orgasm hit her like a force-five hurricane her body rocked back and forth muscles contracting in opposition as her body spasmed and her beautiful voice was heard, “God, you do that so well!”

I smiled at her, “Proper diet and exercise,” I replied, and we both laughed.

She sat and recovered for a moment while looking into my smiling glazed face. She reached up behind her and her hand returned with her harness and my eyes lit up. Wordlessly, she handed it to me. I knew exactly what to do slipping the strap under her and positioning the ten-inch cock then buckling and clipping her in.

She slid her arm between my legs and encouraged me over onto my back, I co-operated. She climbed between my outstretched legs and touched my asshole with a fingerful of lub before easily pressing inside me while looking down in delight at her locked Whiteboi. She began to rock her hips back and forth driving her cock into me, expertly dominating me. Instantly, the familiar sensations began to conjure deep inside me building to an explosion and she knew it. She watched my crotch for signs that I was cumming through the prostate massage she was giving me. I felt my body tense and my balls began to lift, the end was near. I popped and a thin white liquid began to emit from my cage she scooped it up in her finger and fed it to me. She pulled out of me, and I collapsed into her arms. “Happy Kwanzaa, Whiteboi,” she said happily as she cuddled me.

Toward the end of the season, she beamed, “The thirty-first is coming and the feast of Karamu is the party of the year! We’ll have a huge party like this every year and this year, you get to help get ready for it!

My first task was to clean the spare room. Then I was forbidden to enter again. She had a couple of very good-looking black construction workers come in. There was the sound of saws on the balcony and hammers in the room. I brought them drinks and sandwiches among other snacks when they took a break to get a better look and they’d chat me up. I'd basked in the attention they thought I was a white girl and that suited me fine. I was intensely curious to see but kept myself busy with preparations.

The next thing I was to do was to start making some holiday food for our guests. As I bustled about the kitchen I deep-cleaned everything and we covered all the tables and other surfaces with plastic in anticipation that There was apt to be some splash back from some of the events.

“What are they building in there,” I asked.

“It’s a surprise, she answered. You’ll find out at the party!”

“Do we need any new stock for the bar?” she asked.

“I have a few items I could pick up,” I decided as I went through my mental inventory.

“Okay, take the car and pick up what you need,” she said, handing me her credit card. I scurried off to complete the task happy that she trusted me with such errands. “I’ve got a few places to visit as well,” she stated. “I’ll cab it,” she smiled.

When I walked into the liquor store, every head in the place snapped around simultaneously, and I grinned, basking in the attention. A tall, thin young man with a pocket protector appeared from the back and approached me, “Hello,” he said in a high, squeaky voice.

"White bois like you are why I went BBC only,” I thought. I smiled to reel him in, then replied, “Yes, I’m looking for some items to restock my bar with. We’re hosting a Kwanzaa party with about twenty-five guests.”

“Okay, I can help you with that!” he said and smiled as he picked up a large box to put the haul in. “So, what’s your name,” he asked as we began to walk around the store.

My mind went blank for a moment. I couldn’t tell him my name, real or street! Then, something that Goddess Virginia had mentioned long ago came back to mind, “I’m Kiki,” I smiled.

“I’m Craig, pleased to meet you, Kiki, that’s an interesting name."

He lugged my booty all over the store with me leading and picking, watching the box get heavier. I even threw in a silver champagne fountain and about six bottles of champagne to fill it with.

The young, scrawny white boi did make a valiant effort to pick it up and carry it out to the car after I’d paid for it. To his credit, he managed to fit the giant box in the trunk and then stood up. I straightened his tie for him, patted his chest, and gave him a light kiss on his thin lips. “Thanks, Hon!” I whispered. “Happy New Year!” I pulled back to see a catatonic look on his face and had an internal chuckle.

“Can I have your phone number, Kiki?” he exclaimed quickly when I turned to leave. I dug in my pocketbook for one of Goddess Virginia’s cards and scrawled my cell number on the back and the name Kiki with little hearts over the ‘I’s. “Here you go, Hon,” I smiled as I handed it to him, "Call anytime, Bye!” I waved and as I got in started up and drove away. He stood there with a dumb look waving that made me laugh and then wonder if that’s how girls looked at me in days gone by.

I got back to the condo and parked the car unloading a few bottles at a time until the box was light enough that I could pick it up. This is when Goddess Virginia arrived home in a cab with a large box of her own full of small prizes, flushed and smiling, “Hello, my Goddess,” I smiled in greeting.

Hi, come with me,” she beamed. I picked up the box and hurried inside. I proudly showed her the champagne fountain I’d bought.

“What a marvelous idea!”

We set it up on a table in the corner by the piano with a cloth under it. Once it was filled, it would be a magnificent display and take the pressure of serving champagne off the hands of the sissy waitstaff. I put the bottles of the effervescent liquid in the fridge to cool until just before the guests were scheduled to arrive.

Finally, the night of the thirty-first arrived, the feast of Karamu. I made the final preparations poured the champagne into the fountain and put the food out. The guests began to arrive at about six in the evening I sat at the piano for most of that time and played nothing in particular for them as they entered. Concentrating as I was on my music I didn’t see who came in.

I was playing when I felt a presence beside me. My Goddess walked over to stand with the new person and listen. “Well, he’s not bad,” said the chocolate-brown woman standing beside me and swaying in time with the music.

“Bo, this is my boi, Whiteboi. Whiteboi, this is Goddess Bonanle.”

Goddess Bonanle chuckled and watched as I slipped off the bench and knelt at her feet. “Very pleased to meet you, Goddess Bonanle.”

“Whiteboi, apologize to Goddess Bonanle for your white inferiority!”

“I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess Bonanle."

Goddess Bonanle laughed, adding to the humiliation, “That’s cute, I have to remember to do that to Pillock. Do you make him do that every time?”

“The first time he meets anyone, I make him apologize. It’s good for his mindset to do that,” she explained, “Even better I just had his ink done!”

“Oh great! Let’s see!”

“Stand up and show her your spade, Whiteboi.”

I stood up and lifted my skirt exposing my clit and spade bearing a huge grin on my face. Her face lit up and her eyes got wide. Oh! it’s so cute!” she beamed and touched my tattoo, “The black of the tattoo contrasts well with his white skin tone!” she giggled and my Goddess joined her in her mirth.

“Okay, Whiteboi, play some more of that beautiful music!” my Goddess demanded.

I acquiesced, sat down, and started to tinkle the ivories again as I had been directed and then they began to walk slowly away, “He plays beautifully.”

“Doesn’t he though, pity that he is only for tonight,” My Goddess said to Goddess Bonanle.

'Only for tonight?' I thought, 'No, I can play for you whenever she wants wondering what she meant by that?' I kept playing while more guests arrived, Goddesses with their sissies dressed in French maid costumes to denote their service stature and black kings with white girls. I kept wondering about Goddess Virginia’s cryptic comment.

Most of the guests assembled in the living room area. The white bois in their French maid outfits were taking orders for the bar and fetching drinks. I was exempt from this because I had become the ‘piano girl’.

The party was moving into full swing when the first of the events was called. All five sissies were called to a plastic sheet laid in the area behind the sectional. Sop was on my right and Pansey was on my left when we got started. We were all put on our hands and knees facing our audience. I recognized the touch of my Goddess as she flipped the back panel of my skirt up. I felt the now familiar cool sensation of lube being applied and it occurred to me that I was about to get fucked for their entertainment.

“Ready, Set, Go!” yelled a deep masculine voice. The goddesses drove into us white bois like they were Roughriders charging up San Juan Hill to a lot of yelling, clapping, and cheering from the audience.

They got situated and pegged us without mercy, the sensations started in my body from the moment she entered my ass and began to worm her way inside. I cooed and whimpered as the feelings took me. Her warm, reassuring hands were massaging the globes of my boi pussy as she worked in and out and spoke soothing, soft words to me. “Relax and enjoy, Whiteboi,” she said in a voice just above a whisper.

The sensations caused me to drop down to my elbows and moan deep and long. I had come to truly love being fucked by my Goddess and let loose a loud crowd-pleasing moan. They reacted with louder cheering, clapping, and whistling at our public debauchery. One by one all of the white bois followed suit to the delight of the assembled viewers

Suddenly, I felt a large hand palming my head and raising me. I followed the hand up and came face to face with a huge, black cock, “Open your mouth, Pretty!”

Yes, Master,” I said meekly and dropped my jaw. Immediately, he slid his hardening cock between my lips and began to work his hips, "Fuck, you’re good,” he praised as he stroked my hair and then kicked it into a higher gear. I moaned and settled into the delightful task of being spit-roasted.

Sop was the first one to begin dribbling pre-cum. The black man in his mouth laughed then backed off while Goddess Ena pulled his chin up, taking her finger, and wiped off some of the dribble from his cage to stuff into his mouth before dropping him down again. The cock at his front was reinserted as she continued her work on his ass.

“He’s cumming, he’s cumming!” a female voice squealed as weak white cum began to dribble from Pansey’s cage. By this time, I’d popped my cork and so had Nilly. Guests were crowding around us to see us leak and ooh and ah. Soon, all the white bois were cooing in the hands of their respective Goddesses.

The goddesses withdrew from white bois leaving us all lying on the plastic feeling weak as kittens but that was only the beginning of the show. I felt Goddess Virginia’s hands on my hips again pulling me backwards on the plastic underneath. I felt her hand on my skull pushing my face down into the little puddle of goo I had made, “Lick it up!” she hissed and I obeyed as did my compatriots.

My head was lifted and my eyes beheld a beautiful little white quiff, a joyful set of blue eyes under blond hair smiling down on me, “Hi, Whiteboi, I’m Belinda!”

“How do you know my name,” I asked in some bewilderment.

She smiled, “Everybody knows who you are,” I was quite befuddled... where had they learned of me, Pornhub? I felt a presence beside me, looking up I saw my Goddess looking down at me with a huge grin, “You’re in for a treat, m’dear,” she leaned down and half-whisper to Belinda as I glanced up and down the line. I saw that a white girl had been laid before each one of the white bois, their twats in our faces and the rest of the crowd looking on in anticipation. If nothing else, we’d fluff these girls as we had their respective big, black boyfriends.

“Ready? Set? Go,” we heard again. I drank in the aroma of a warming pussy beneath my nose sighed then pressed my tongue into her labia and began my dance her clit was huge, about the size of a gumdrop. I spent considerable time licking and nibbling on this delicious, little treat making her bounce, coo, and moan under the attentions of my mouth.

I made sure that Belinda came before any of the others, she quivered and shook as the contractions of her cumming carried her away. The crowd cheered for our duo loudly as she won the prize for being the first to cum. She released her sweet flavor onto my tongue but I didn’t realize how excited she was. Suddenly, there was a fountain of warm liquid bursting into my face. Belinda made no secret of what I had accomplished "I'm cumming! I’m cumming,” she shrieked as she began to squirt glazing my face with her clear liquid, moaning and quaking as she came. I basked in it, licking and tasting her flow, considering it a badge of accomplishment to not only have made her cum so quickly but to have made her squirt as well.

We sat up, she gave me a huge smile and a hug as we sat there, “I like the way you move, Whiteboi, I hope to meet for more later,” she giggled as she put a slender hand on my head and pushed it back to her slot, indicating that she wanted more and who was I to deny her, her pleasure?”

One by one the other girls began to experience their orgasms beneath the tongues of the white bois. The smell of sex was rampant in the room and their combined moans and groans were almost deafening.

Belinda tugged on my sleeve, leaned close, and whispered, “I want more!” and began to manhandle me onto my back. I grinned as she lifted her skirt and climbed onto my face. Instantly my tongue slicked out and I began to work her over again she was well-greased when her boyfriend decided to plunge his masterful cock deep inside her.

With her thighs against my ears and her body over my eyes noises were muffled. It didn’t matter I had locked onto her pussy and done everything I could to pleasure her while watching a big black cock sliding in and out of her perfectly prepared muff. She began to groan, “Oh, God, where have you been hiding him?” as her thighs began to quiver under the efforts of my tongue and his cock.




I felt her being reluctantly pulled off my face and turned to notice that several wedge cushions had been set up in a row on the floor. The black kings now stood up and shed their pants and underwear showing off their magnificent members, they sat against the wedge cushions, and their respective white girls got the idea and scurried over to sit on their cocks with their fully prepared pussies. They arched their backs and large, black hands encompassed their white waists stabilizing them as they rode.

The white bois were directed to different couples. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what we were there to do. I lay in front of a pretty brunette with brown eyes, she was bouncing on her boyfriend very much enthralled with the action she was receiving. I licked her slot and listened to the high note in her voice as she moaned. I settled down and began to lap and suck in earnest. She had a much smaller bean than Belinda, but no less enjoyable. I rolled it between my lips taking it in my teeth and began to hum to create vibrations throughout her system. She wailed and whimpered as her man pounded into her from behind while I spent time in front of her using all the skills I’d learned to make her cum. The contrast of his huge black cock pounding in and out of her little pink pussy was striking and a sight that drove me forward. She began to moan and wail as the contractions of her orgasm hit her and her boyfriend shot me a wide grin as if to say, 'Mission accomplished!' I smiled in return then went back to working her squirming form eventually forcing her into multiple orgasms.

When we got up from the floor the other whitebois and I put the cushions away and cleaned up the plastic, readying the area to become a dancefloor. Then I started the canned music, and a few hours later to African rhythms I spun platters and there was dancing and much laughter as was intended. A few minutes before midnight a large crowd gathered at the piano. I sat down and wowed the crowd with my prowess and we sang songs until a few moments before midnight when the countdown started and everyone joined in.

“HAPPY KWANZAA!” was heard in a raucous roar at midnight.