Missionary Position, Part 3 of 3
-- by lightswitch © April 2009

[M/F, reluctant/forced, domination, interracial, BF/WM, forced
marriage, smothering, facesitting, forced exhibitionism, hand
job]

Synopsis: A male anthropology researcher has been manipulated
into marriage with a tribal giantess. A sexual combat rite will
determine who will be the dominant partner.

Note 1: All dialog in the Nguni tribal language is depicted in
brackets [like this].

Note 2: Background - The Bantu are a (fictional) matriarchal
African tribal society, where the women make the rules. This
dominance may have originated due to the average Bantu male being
four to eight inches shorter than the average Bantu female. One
of the many ways in which women dominate is by being the ones who
get to select mates. They do this by means of a ritual called
‘Venda,’ by which they present a bowl of curried fish stew to the
prospective mate.

Those presented with the gift of Venda have two choices: Accept
the marriage proposal or be forever banished from the tribe. The
ritual of Ubuntu is the second phase. This requires the couple to
engage in ritualized sexual combat, as witnessed by the entire
village, to establish dominance. The winner is the one who forces
a climax from their partner first. A note, in passing:
Historically, the female has always won such contests; the only
questions being “how good a showing will the male put up” and
“how thoroughly will the woman dominate her conquest?”

Note 3: Read Missionary Position, Parts 1 & 2 for the set-ups to
this story.

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The victorious priestess left the stage and made her way back to
her hut to further enjoy her spoils. The male anthropology
researcher watched in stunned fascination as the beautiful black
teen walked away, carrying the overwhelmed and sex-dazed white
girl over her shoulders like a hunting trophy. Morgan
unconsciously licked his dry lips as he watched Miriam’s
still-drooling, red-furred clam, peeking out at him as her legs
dangled limply down the triumphant priestess’ dark back.

The aroused researcher could barely breathe, so great was the
effect this epic Ubuntu ritual had had on him. Morgan couldn’t
believe that the arrogant, prim, proper, and racist Miriam
Godwinson had been turned into a slutty, submissive lesbian by a
tribal black girl still in puberty!

A bowl, obviously another in a succession of communal snacks, was
pressed into his hands and he reflexively spooned the hot food
into his mouth.

He paused.

This was absolutely ... delicious!

He took another bite.

And then another.

Stll chewing and savoring, he had a fifth spoonful en route to
his salivating mouth when realization hit.

Curried fish stew!

“Venda!” he gasped, choking on his current mouthful. He was
eating someone’s Venda gift!

He jerked his head to the right, from where the bowl had been
passed. There, he looked into the loving, anticipatory eyes of a
beautiful, dark-skinned Amazon of a woman.  It was ...

“Judaa …” he whispered, weakly. Good God, he had accepted a Venda
gift from this hulking giantess of a woman, who had been the bane
of every male in the surrounding area! Morgan’s eyes darted back
and forth in panicked disbelief, before falling on the smiling
face of the tribal Wise Woman.

“You!” he croaked, almost unable to speak. “You did this! You set
this up!”

The old woman grinned smugly.

“But of course!” she admitted, replying in stilted English. “It
was my responsibility to see that Judaa was matched with a man
worthy of her ... someone of high standing who would recognize
union with her as the prize that it is.

Morgan kept his facial expression calm, although his mind was
reeling in shocked denial.

“But I am not of the tribe,” he pointed out. “I am an Outsider,
of a different race. Venda does not apply to one such as me.”

Isandlwana chuckled.

“Come now, Morgan,” she chided. “You know better than that. We
have just witnessed a precedent for Outsiders being subject to
Venda, when Lular claimed your female friend as her mate. As for
race ... your difference makes you exotic and rare – a mark of
prestige for Judaa to acquire. Mingling your new bloodline in our
tribe will strengthen our people.”

The Wise Woman gave him a calculating look of reproval.

“Of course,” she sighed, “no one is forcing you. If you wish to
reject the lovely maiden’s Venda gift, you are free to do so.
However ...” Her voice trailed off, meaningfully.

There was no need for her to finish the implied threat; Morgan
knew only too well what rejecting the beautiful Amazon’s proposal
would mean.

“Banishment,” he whispered. He’d be a despised Outcast, rather
than a revered Outsider, ostracized from the tribe.  “My work, my
research, my career ... all over in an instant,” he whispered to
himself.

The old woman’s laughter broke through his reverie.

“Oh come now, young man!” she scolded. “You act as if you’ve been
Venda’d by something that crawled off the river bottom! Look at
this beauty who has chosen you to be her mate! This is really the
best thing to ever happen to you! You alone, among all the other
men, recognized young Judaa’s beauty and value!  And now, you
will be rewarded.”

Reflexively, Morgan turned and gazed at the dark-skinned giantess
who was still smiling hopefully at him, awaiting his response.
She was poised and confident, but he could sense an undercurrent
of tension – to gift Venda and be rejected was a terrible loss of
face. To be met with reluctance would result in a lesser loss of
social stature. Morgan gazed at her, appraising the situation.

Judaa *was* a beauty!

At almost 7 feet tall, the lovely black woman towered above the
rest of her tribe – almost a foot taller than Morgan, himself!
Her skin was the color of India ink – a deep black that was
darker than the extremely dark sienna of most of the other Bantu
– and looked like black silk, stretched tightly over her sculpted
body.

Morgan could see the outlines of her well-muscled legs, as she
stood, feet apart, regarding him. Her calves were round,
well-developed, and rock-hard; her thighs sinewy and powerful
reminding him of a thoroughbred racing horse. Her sleek haunches
were wide and powerful. Morgan found himself almost hypnotized by
the play of muscles that rippled under her skin when she moved.

Surprisingly, her waist was proportionately slim. Although
well-muscled and sporting a visible “six-pack” that Morgan could
only envy, Judaa’s stomach was about the same circumference as
one of her massive thighs.

However, her slim waist flared up into a truly impressive rack.
At only about 19 years of age, Judaa was in the full flower of
womanhood. Her large breasts jutted proudly from her chest, like
two black watermelons that gave only lip-service to gravity, at
present. Her nipples, large and prominent, protruded proudly. The
soft texture was reminiscent of velvet and Morgan could feel his
member twitch in response.

The Amazon’s shoulders were wide and strong, probably from the
constant work-out of having to support the big woman’s massive
chest. Her upper back rippled with strength and Morgan could
easily identify every muscle in her powerful arms.  Her biceps
bulged, but seemed to merely stretch the overlying skin taught
and smooth; they were not developed enough to show veins.  The
circumference of her forearms was almost a match for the
circumference of Morgan’s biceps.

The big woman’s neck was muscular, without appearing
proportionately thick. His eyes trailed up and he sucked in his
breath as he gazed at the big, black woman’s gorgeous face.

Her eyes were dark and wide, bordered by long, black lashes. Most
of the tribeswomen used kohl to darken their eyes further and
enhance their attractiveness, but Judaa had no need for such
cosmetics. Her nose, characteristically broad and flat, was
perfectly proportioned to her face. Her lips, large and full,
glistened in the torchlight where she had licked them in
anticipation of the coming Ubuntu ritual.

But the biggest surprise one might have, upon inspecting the
young giantess, was her hair. Most women kept their hair tightly
kinked hair fairly short-cropped, never allowing it to go longer
than shoulder-length. Judaa’s hair, however, didn’t seem to be
like the tight lamb’s wool of her sisters’.  The beautiful Amazon
had the same jet-black color, but her kinks were looser, looking
more like waves.  Perhaps because of this, the big warrior woman
kept only the sides short, allowing the rest to grow, cascading
in puffed-up, jet-black mohawk down her back.

“Is she not a goddess among women?” the Wise Woman chuckled in
his ear, snapping his attention back to the present.

The young giantess, blushing at his intense and obviously
admiring inspection, smiled and boldly met his gaze.  He jerked
his eyes away, with an effort, realizing that he was breathing
heavily with increasing arousal.

Isandlwana was right, he realized. Judaa *was* a goddess among
women! He had never met a woman of such physical perfection.

“I always thought I’d marry a nice submissive brunette with
glasses and an admiration for the sciences,” he thought ruefully.
“Settle down in the suburbs, get tenure, have a few kids ...”

He never imagined that the alternative might be to live out his
days in the uncharted tropical wilderness, the husband of an
immense, but beautiful, jungle-goddess.

His now-stiff cock involuntarily throbbed at this image.

Besides, he sighed, he had no choice. To refuse was to end his
career. He gazed again at the beautiful dark giantess.

“The Wise Woman is right,” he realized. “Judaa *is* the very
embodiment of carnal desire! Entering into a union with her would
be every man’s dream.” A slow smile crept across his face,
mirrored by the young Amazon and the elderly Wise Woman.

“The only reason the other men fled her advances was because they
feared being dominated and overpowered by such a sex-goddess,” he
decided. But the average Bantu male was less than 5-1/2 feet
tall.  At almost 6 feet, Morgan towered over them, and most of
the tribeswomen!

“As long as *I* am the dominant one in the relationship,” Morgan
reasoned, “this would be the opportunity of a lifetime. I’d have
unfettered access to the tribe, I could still publish ...” His
professional thoughts trailed off and he licked his lips as he
eyed the voluptuous beauty before him. “And I could have this
stunning creature as my pliant sex slave, if I win the ritual,”
he thought.

He imagined Judaa, submissive and on her knees, sucking him off,
and almost moaned aloud.  This fantasy was even more intense
because Morgan knew the Bantu view of the role of the mouth, in
social interactions. The mouth and face were “superior.” The foot
was inferior, thus “kissing someone’s foot” would be viewed as an
act of submissiveness. Even showing the sole of the foot to
another was considered a sign of disrespect, for which
inattentive children were severely punished.

But more inferior to the foot were the genitals. Performing oral
sex was considered one of the most submissive acts known to the
tribe. To command another’s mouth to service your genitals was
looked upon as profoundly dominant and no woman *ever* would
dream of doing such a thing for a mere man, although the more
dominant ones periodically forced their men to go down on them in
such a fashion.

Morgan sighed lustily.

But no Bantu man was like *him*!  He would be the first to turn
the tables on a Bantu woman. He’d pull out a victory against the
beautiful Amazon and the conniving Wise Woman, turning the union
into *his* dream coupling, not theirs.

He turned and faced the young giantess, who sucked in her breath,
in anticipation of his answer.

[“Lovely Judaa,”] Morgan proclaimed, in the native Nguni
language, loud enough so the bystanders could hear. [“You honor
me with your gift of Venda and I enthusiastically accept the
incredible privilege of becoming your mate.”]

The crowd erupted in a roar of jubilation.

[“No more living in fear!”] a nearby young man cheered. [“The
brave Outsider has freed us and will take on the mighty Judaa!”]

[“Judaa has a man!”] shouted another. [“We are free!”]

The euphoric crowd surged in on the pair, slapping backs and
cheerfully congratulating them.  Judaa looked at him with
grateful, tear-filled eyes. But there was more than gratitude in
her gaze. Affection. Love.

And lust.

Strong, steamy, maddening lust.

He could smell the scent of her arousal, even from where he
stood. Whether it was from witnessing the torrid lesbian
domination of the previous Ubuntu match or the anticipation of
finally, actually getting a man of her own after all these years,
Morgan sensed that the powerful young woman was a virgin,
struggling with a lifetime of pent-up, repressed passion.

“Now is when I should strike,” he realized. “When she is
vulnerable ... while she is in need. What does she know of men
and sex?  If I can get the ritual going today – now -- I’ll have
her writhing in orgasm before everyone can retake their seats!”

[“People of the Nguni,”] Morgan called, trying to shout over the
celebrating crowd, [“I know that it is tradition that Ubuntu take
place three suns after the Venda gift.  However, in deference to
you – some whom have traveled many miles for Lular’s ritual – and
out of my own overwhelming desire for my lovely Judaa – I ask
that tradition be set aside and that we perform our Ubuntu ritual
tonight ... now ... to seal our union and allow Judaa and I to
begin our new lives, together.”]

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic approval and Judaa rushed to
embrace him, tears of joy and appreciation trickling down her
dark cheeks. Her powerful arms crushed him to her bare chest and
she lifted him off the ground as she hugged him.

“Fuck, she’s strong,” Morgan thought, a flash of concern jabbing
through him. “I hope I can take her!”  He flushed with anger at
his lack of confidence and steeled his will.

“I *will* take her!” he thought.

The Wise Woman smiled and called for quiet.

“Your request is against tradition,” Isandlwana announced, in a
voice loud enough for the assembled crowd to hear, “but your
consideration and courtesy are admirable.  For such a momentous
occasion, we shall set aside tradition so as to allow the joyous
union to begin as soon as possible.

The crowd erupted into cheers of delight and people scrambled to
retake their seats for the second “event of a lifetime.”

Morgan slowly stepped onto the dais and began removing his
clothing. Across from him, his betrothed did the same.

Whistles of admiration from the assembled women and sighs of envy
from the men greeted the young researcher’s disrobement and he
couldn’t help but blush.  Being 6 – 12 inches taller than the
average Bantu male meant that other areas of his anatomy were
proportionally larger, as well, he realized.  He was of average
endowment, but compared to what the tribespeople were used to, he
knew the audience must view him as “hung like an elephant.”

In the flickering torchlight, Judaa licked her lips, her gaze
riveted hungrily on his turgid manhood.  Morgan grinned.  “It
will be easy to get her to take me in her mouth,” he chuckled.
“She’s so horny, she can barely stand!” The white man grinned as
he watched the reflected torchlight gleam on the big woman’s
inner thighs, already slick with the juices of her arousal.

Isandlwana strode to the center of the low stage

[“Peoples of the Bantu and of the extended Nguni tribes,”] the
Wise Woman announced, [“bear witness this day to the rite of
Ubuntu, as invoked by warrioress Judaa, of the Bantu tribe, on
the scholar Morgan, of the … Brit-ish … tribe. “]

The crowd cheered loudly.

[“Let the individual who is superior demonstrate their dominance,
to set the standard for the rest of their lives,”] the Wise Woman
decreed. With that, Isandlwana left the stage and returned to her
seat.

The researcher and the muscular tribeswoman circled each other
warily, looking for an opening. Watching the beautiful dark
giantess circle him like a jungle cat, Morgan felt his member
stiffen even further with arousal.

[“Is that gift for me?”] Judaa teased, eyeing his stiff cock with
unabashed hunger. Morgan chuckled.

[“It is, my lovely bride,”] he nodded. [“Enjoy the sight of it;
you’ll be spending the rest of your life, on your knees, watching
as I slide it between your lovely lips!”]  Judaa laughed,
delighting in the verbal sparring.

[“My only regret,”] she sighed, [“is that you won’t be able to
banter so delightfully when I am sitting on your handsome face,
allowing you to service my wet slit with your talented tongue.”]

Morgan was so aroused that his knees felt weak.  “I’d better try
to end this quickly,” he thought. “She is so damned hot, I feel
as if I could cum just watching her!”

[“Enough, my lovely Judaa,”] he rasped breathlessly, mesmerized
by the way her wide hips and melon-like breasts swayed as she
moved. [“The sooner we end this, the sooner I can make you mine
and we can consummate our union!”]

The dark Amazon smiled, panting softly with pent-up lust.

[“Isandlwana is right,”] she murmured, slowly strolling towards
him, [“you *are* smart!”]

Morgan saw his chance and rushed the native woman, intent on
using his strength and mass to bulldog her to the ground. Once he
got her down, he swore he’d fuck her until she passed out.  She
may be strong, but what did she know of wrestling and tactics? 
He’d use his superior knowledge and strength to subdue and
dominate the gorgeous giantess, and then use her to slake his
now-unbearable lust.

The two combatants sprang at one another and wrapped their arms
around their each other. Morgan struggled to topple the dark
beauty, but the big woman had her muscular legs firmly planted
and could not be budged. Her thick arms wrapped around the
straining white man like dark pythons encircling an unwary
meerkat, slowly tightening their embrace and pulling him tightly
against her massive chest.

Too late, Morgan realized what was happening.

Bear hug, he thought, a stab of anxiety flashing through him as
the big woman cinched her wrists and leaned back, pulling his
feet off the ground. How was it possible that she knew such
modern tactics.

A sudden realization turned his anxiety to fear.

“How arrogant of me,” he thought, thrashing to free himself, “to
assume all of my knowledge was ‘modern knowledge’ which she would
not know.  Wrestling and combat have been with man since the
beginning of time!  Each society ends up studying it and working
out techniques and tactics. Is any tactic so unique that multiple
peoples could not discover it?

The sultry Amazon squeezed relentlessly and lights began to dance
before his darkening vision.  Like a jungle snake, she tightened
her grip every time he exhaled, further constricting his severely
compressed ribcage. He couldn’t get a decent breath.

Smiling triumphantly, the aroused giantess planted her thick,
full lips over his mouth, further cutting off his air with her
dominant kiss. Her thick tongue, warm and wet, slithered into his
mouth and began to slowly explore, causing him to moan as his
aching cock throbbed for release.

[“I have waited a lifetime for this,”] she husked, breaking her
kiss as she allowed his semiconscious body to slide to the floor.
 [“I hope you survive our wedding night.”]

Morgan struggled to remain conscious, his eyes fluttering to stay
focused. A strong foot nudged his aching ribs and he toppled onto
his back, wheezing to regain breath to his crushed lungs. 
Looking up, still dazed, he saw the beautiful black goddess
standing over him, looking down with an expression one might see
on a lioness regarding a downed zebra.

Judaa straddled the white man’s head and slowly lowered her
dripping crotch down over his face.

Again, Morgan’s air was mostly cut off.  What little breath he
could get was laden with the big woman’s scent – hot, moist, and
musky – making his head swim and his balls cry out for release.
She immobilized his arms under her thick legs, pinning him to the
ground. He felt his engorged member grasped by a big, strong hand
and couldn’t help but arch his body in reflexive response to the
pleasurable grip.

[“Now, my love,”] he heard the black woman murmur, her voice
thick with lust, [“cum for me and submit to my love, so I can
take you back to my tent and fuck you until we must call the Wise
Woman to bring life back to your body!”]  He felt his member
squeezed in a viselike grip that began to slowly, firmly stroke
his shaft.  He could already feel a climax building.

“No!” he thought, struggling under the big woman’s weight. “Not
already! Not like this!” To be forced to orgasm while his face
was wedged deep in his opponent’s crotch would be an incredibly
dominant win for Judaa. His submissive status would be cemented
if he climaxed now!  But the intoxicating scent of the black
woman’s pussy as her slick nether lips slid up and down his face
made his head spin with desire. He found he wanted nothing more
than to lay back and enjoy the feel of her engorged clit, now
swollen bigger than a man’s thumb, as it slid against his
pussy-slickened face.

The tempo of her pumping fist on his cock was picking up speed as
her own arousal built.  He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Morgan’s consciousness focused sharply.

Her clit!

Extending his tongue, he felt Judaa’s massive sex-nub slide
against him.  Her taste was exquisite and he desperately tried to
remain focused and resist the effect she had on him.

Each time her fat clit slid over his mouth, pursed his lips and
sucked, furiously licking it with his tongue until it was pulled
from his hungry mouth. Grinning with satisfaction, he realized
she was slowing her grind – her powerful pelvis hesitating each
time her pussy rubbed against his hungry mouth.

Getting her off with his mouth wasn’t the most dominant display,
but Judaa was just too powerful to attempt to subdue directly.
“The rules say whoever cums first loses,” Morgan reasoned. “It
might be a technicality if I get her off while I am in a
seriously submissive position, but ... a win is a win!”

Finally, the big woman stopped moving, her quivering pussy
planted directly over Morgan’s hungry mouth. He grabbed her
throbbing clit between his lips and lashed it with his talented
tongue, swabbing her dripping pussy lips at the end of each
stroke.  The giantess’ body tensed and a sheen of sweat glimmered
on her bare back and shoulders.  Her eyes were clenched shut and
she shook helplessly, caught in the indescribable pleasure of the
white man’s skillful cunnilingus.

[“NO!”] a woman scream from the audience.

Morgan smiled. It was the Wise Woman.  “Sorry, Isandlwana,” he
thought, sucking his opponent’s stiff clit into his mouth like a
baby with a pacifier, “looks as if your crafty plans are about to
backfire.”

[“Judaa!”] he heard Isandlwana scream, “[fight back! Will you be
the first woman in tribal history to lose to a MAN?!?  Think of
the shame!  You have a lifetime to make him lick you – if you
focus and WIN tonight!”]

The Wise Woman’s words must have broken through the Amazon’s
lust-fogged brain, because the stroking on Morgan’s tingling cock
suddenly intensified.

It was a race to see who would succumb first.

“Can’t hold out much longer,” Morgan realized, swirling his
tongue around the entrapped clitoris in his mouth and sucking
hard. “But judging by the way her body is trembling, neither can
my lover. Looks as if this is going to be a photo finish!”

But the young researcher’s potential victory was denied as the
big black woman unexpectedly wrenched her sodden crotch from his
face and rolled off him, lying on her back and shaking with
arousal.

With the lovely giantess’ hot, smothering cunt removed, the
jungle night air felt cool on Morgan’s damp face. He felt a pang
of regret, realizing that if he had actually suffocated under the
big woman’s crotch as she dominantly sat on his face, he would
have died happy.

Morgan smiled as he tried to regain his feet. “She must have been
right on the verge of orgasm,” he thought, “saving herself only
by pulling her vulnerable pussy away at the last minute.  I can
still win this!”

Further strategizing was interrupted as he felt himself hoisted
into the air.

“What the ...?!?” Morgan’s exclamation was cut off as he gasped
in dizzy fear. The black giantess had hoisted him over her head
and was slowly walking around the circumference of the dais,
holding him aloft as if he were a trophy on display.

Morgan was afraid to even move, for fear she’d lose her grip and
drop him. He judged he was about 10 feet off the floor, but his
head bobbed too much with each of Judaa’s steps to allow him to
properly focus. Her hands, large and strong, had a firm grip on
his sides as she held him high. But Morgan knew that both their
skins were slick with sweat and feared it was only a matter of
time before the dusky Amazon lost her grip and he thudded to the
hard wooden floor below.

As his head spun, he caught sight of Isandlwana, in the
surrounding crowd.

[“You’re too close to orgasm and your opponent is too crafty!”]
the Wise Woman yelled to her protégé. [“Finish him! Finish him
now and claim your prize! You can play with him later, after you
win!”]  Morgan’s mind raced to find a way to escape his
precarious position and turn the tables.

But before he could come up with a plan, the big woman spun him
around and trapped him in a reverse bear hug – one of her thick,
muscular arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him close to her.
His feet dangled several inches from the floor and his vision
swam from the pressure on his carotid arteries. Through watering
eyes, he could see the dark faces of the assembled crowd, all
staring at him with rapt attention.

He felt a delicious pressure on his penis as Judaa’s other hand
reached around to grasp his vulnerable, quivering manhood.

Knowing what was coming, Morgan struggled to free himself, but
with his throat firmly wedged in the crook of the dusky Amazon’s
muscular arm, all it took was a bit of additional pressure to
make the white man’s vision blur and his struggles lapse into
feeble twitching.

Slowly, dominantly, Judaa began stroking Morgan’s cock,
positioning him so as many people in the audience as possible
could witness. The humiliated white man prayed for impotence, but
he had been too aroused for too long – his turgid member strained
upward, responding eagerly to the black woman’s pumping fist.

“No!” Morgan thought, the pressure on his neck too tight to allow
speech. “It can’t end like this -- unwillingly jerked off in
front of the entire village!” He struggled feebly, though he knew
there was no way he could break the big black woman’s iron grip.
He could feel his orgasm, so long denied, building inside him.

[“Now, my love,”] Judaa stage-whispered in his ear, [“submit to
me! Show the people you are mine!”]

Morgan fought for control, but found he had none. Judaa was in
control.  Her strong, dark fist savagely pumped his pale, swollen
dick. Her other arm was tight around his throat.  Through his
darkening vision, he could see a sea of eyes, witnessing his
defeat at the big woman’s hands.

With a strangled cry that forced itself from his constricted
throat, the white man came.

His body thrashed, out of control as the black woman’s pumping
fist forced him over the edge.  Thick jets of cum shot from his
abused cock, arcing out over the mesmerized audience to splatter
on the dark faces, chests, and laps of motionless viewers three
rows back.

Spurt after spurt shot out as Judaa used her big hand to milk him
of his fluids, intent on utterly draining him to establish her
unquestionable dominance. When he had nothing more to squirt, his
toes twitching feebly as his feet dangled several inches from the
floor, she released him.

He fell to the wooden floor with a heavy thud.

The air around him erupted in raucous cheers of celebration.

“I’ve lost,” Morgan thought numbly, desperately gasping air as he
lay on the ground. “That’s it then. I am now Judaa’s husband and,
for all practical purposes, her sex slave.” His face flushed with
humiliation. Surely there must be some way out of this.

Somewhat recovered, he raised his head to regard his new bride.

The dark giantess towered over him, her tongue hanging from her
panting mouth as she regarded him with lust-crazed eyes. With a
stab of panic, Morgan realized that while had been completely
drained, his sex-crazed opponent had not yet achieved release.

[“You are mine!”] she proclaimed, using one shapely foot to knock
him back into a supine position. [“And now you will finish what
you started!”]  Straddling him, she lowered her wide pelvis down
and began rubbing herself vigorously on his pale face.

It didn’t take long. In less than 20 seconds, the dusky Amazon
threw back her head and gave a loud cry into the night, grinding
her pussy down hard on her new husband’s face.

“So close!” Morgan moaned. “I was so close to winning!” His
thoughts were swept away by the wash of hot cunt juices Judaa
released when she climaxed. The white man’s head swam with
renewed arousal as the big black woman orgasmed on his face,
mashing her sodden sex against his mouth and nose.

Judaa sat on his face for several additional minutes, recovering.
Finally, the giantess slowly rose, once again allowing him to
gasp in lungfuls of precious air. Morgan’s abused cock, once
completely spent, was now stiff and at attention again. “How is
that possible?” the young researcher marveled. She milked me so
thoroughly, I thought it would be days before I could get another
erection!  Does having her pussy in my face really turn me on
that much?”

His thoughts were interrupted by Judaa straddling his hips.
Morgan struggled to breathe as her heavy breasts pressed down on
his chest.

[“That was even more delightful than I imagined,”] the big woman
murmured, kissing him deeply. [“I cannot wait any longer, though,
my love. I want you.”]

[“Here.”]

[“Now.”]

[“In front of everyone.”]

[“It is time to consummate our marriage,”] she told him, pushing
her hips back to slide his newly stiffened cock inside her. 
There was some initial resistance and he saw her face grimace in
pain. But with a resolute grunt, she forced her ass down, popping
through the resistance.

“That’s right!” Morgan remembered. “Despite her size, Judaa is
only about 19 years old ... and a virgin.”

Or, she *was* a virgin.

Despite her size, her love canal was tight and hereto unexplored.
It also gave every indication of being as muscular as the rest of
the young Amazon.  Morgan gave up any thought of taking control,
as the aroused black girl began fucking her new husband.

Morgan had always thought of intercourse as “a man penetrating a
woman.” But penetration implied a form of control.  There was no
penetration here. Instead, there was an engulfing as Judaa’s
powerful dark cunt swallowed his helpless white cock, then
clamped down hard to imprison it.

Flat on his back, pinned by the beautiful black giantess
straddling him, Morgan could only submit to the pleasurable
sensations as she took control.  She rode him expertly and Morgan
marveled how a virgin could be so adept at sex.

“Isandlwana must have coached her,” he thought, head spinning in
pleasure.

The big black girl’s powerful pussy pulled at his cock like a wet
fist, squeezing as she slid herself up and down on his swollen
shaft.  She controlled the tempo. She controlled the position.
Within minutes, she brought herself to another shuddering climax.

[“So good!”] she murmured, a trickle of drool escaping from
between her thick, sensual lips. [“The Wise Woman told me it
would be good, but words cannot describe ...”]  She shook her
head to regain her senses.

She gazed at him lovingly, like a woman adoringly regards a
beloved pet.

[“And now, my love, it is time for your final submission.”]

Morgan was confused. Final submission?  Hadn’t he already lost?
Was there another part to Ubuntu of which he was unaware?

Judaa smiled, her lovely dark face creasing as she showed her
strong, white teeth.

[“I own you now, my love,”] she told him. [“I am going to take
you. Every part of you. Your body. Your heart. Your soul.”]

Morgan’s eyes widened with realization.

His soul?  Many primitive tribes believed a man’s essence was
tied to his seed – his sperm. Some matriarchal societies believed
that if you stole or otherwise took a man’s seed, you took his
essence and established a control over him.

The beautiful black girl slowly began to slide up and down on the
pinned white man’s shaft, still entrapped in her hot, muscular
pussy.

[“Give it to me, Morgan,”] she murmured. [“Give it to me or I
will take it.”] She began thrusting herself in earnest, now,
using her positioning and strength to send waves of pleasure
through his body, via his captive cock.

[“Part of you still resists,”] she told him, panting as she held
him down and fucked him. [“Part of you still harbors foolish
delusions of equality. But I am going to take those, now. I am
going to take your very essence and you will become my husband
and my willing slave.”]

Morgan was caught between a prideful desire to resist and the
intense pleasure she was forcing on him. Before Judaa, it was
always him that was in control with a woman – controlling pace,
position, and duration.

But not this time.

Not now.

She leaned down, pressing her thick, lovely lips down over his in
a fierce kiss. Her massive breasts squeezed against his chest,
forcing the air from his lungs. And all the while, her hips never
stopped as she continued to pound him with her relentless pelvis.

“I’m ... I’m getting fucked,” Morgan dimly realized, dazed by the
sensory overload to which he was being subjected. “She’s fucking
me ... using me ...”  He could feel an orgasm building, now.
There would be no holding back.

Judaa broke their passionate kiss.

[“Now, I take what is mine,”] she husked, the thread of saliva
bridging their lips swaying with each powerful thrust of her
hips. [“Give it to me, my lover! Give your ‘self’ to me and
become fully owned!”]  Her powerful pelvis slammed down on him,
as she fucked like an animal in heat.

Morgan’s eyes widened and then clenched shut as his senses
overloaded.

Sensing final victory, the dark giantess raised her torso
slightly and forced his head between her mammoth breasts.

She pushed him back, pinning his head to the floor with her full,
dark boobs. All light and sound was cut off as Morgan felt his
head completely enveloped by the black girl’s massive tits. The
pressure on his face was intense, a stark counterpoint to the
concussive on-and-off pounding he felt on his pelvis.

Morgan was flying in a whirlwind of tumultuous ecstasy that
continued to build. Completely smothered, he felt flanked by Life
and Death and hovered between the two worlds, marveling at the
burgeoning sensation of extreme pleasure that was sweeping him
ever higher.

Finally, he could take it no longer, as Judaa’s powerful body
ripped another orgasm from his loins. Still weak from his last
incredible climax, he cried out as her powerful pussy sucked an
ejaculation from him.

This time was different, though. As pleasurable as her hand had
been, her pussy magnified the sensations tenfold. He could feel
his strength and will liquefy and fall, squirting through his
spasming cock to be sucked into the dark giantess’ voracious
cunt. He felt as if he was shrinking ... falling ... following
his liquid essence ... until his entire being was sucked into the
dominant teen’s hot, hungry black hole.  The firm walls of her
cunt closed over him, absorbing him, feeding on him, making him
part of her.

Time lost meaning and the white man’s consciousness fluttered and
dimmed as the intense pleasure consumed him.

* * * * * *

Pressure lifted from his face and cool air breezed over him. Soft
yellow light filtered  through his closed eyes.  A cacophony of
noise assaulted his ears.

[“Have I died?”] he wondered, unsure if he was speaking or
thinking. [“Is this heaven?”]  He felt light, as if flying.

[“It will, indeed, be heaven my lover,”] he heard Judaa whisper,
[“for both of us.”]

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He was lying on his back, on the wooden dais.  His new bride was
still straddling him; his thoroughly dominated cock, still
entrapped in the black girl’s hot snatch, was softening.

Shouts of delight and congratulations still filled the air and
part of Morgan flushed with shame at the thought of such a
complete subjugation being witnessed by so many.

Judaa was looking down at him, an expression of deep love and
ownership on her face.

[“Now,”] she whispered, [“Now you are completely mine.”]

Slowly, the young white man realized she was right.

Her dominance and superiority had overwhelmed him. Changed him.
He no longer had thoughts of forcing her to pleasure him; only of
being allowed to service her primal desires.

She lovingly scooped him up, amid the cheers of the crowd, and
flung him over her shoulder before heading back to her tent.
There, she continued to fuck him until almost sunrise, stopping
only when the savagery of her lovemaking  broke his pelvis.

Though it turned out to be only a hairline fracture, it was many
suns before Morgan healed enough to again service his mistress
with his cock. She spent much of the recovery time sitting on his
face, allowing his grateful tongue to happily worship at the
altar of his new goddess.
