


Missionary Position, Part 2 of 3
-- by lightswitch © February 2009

[(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, 1st time lesbian, catfight,
domination, interracial, BF/WF, teen, fisting, forced marriage]

Synopsis: A male anthropology researcher witnesses a ritual in
which an arrogant female missionary
has been manipulated into sexual combat with a younger tribal
priestess.

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 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 tne 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, Part 1” for the set-up to this
story.

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Although consumed by guilt from the role he’d played in events to
this point, Morgan could not tear his  eyes from the low wooden
dais at the center of the assembled crowd of tribespeople. The
two females  here were the center of everyone’s attention and a
study in contrasts.

Lular H’minee, about 16 years old, was a tribal priestess. She
was a dark, sultry beauty who stood about 5’7”, her full, young
form exquisitely proportioned. A sheen of perspiration on the
black girl’s slender,  but athletic body limned her curvaceous
figure in the gold and orange reflected light of the setting sun.
 She was glaring murderously at the other girl on the stage, taut
pert breasts heaving with anger as she regarded her older
opponent.

The other girl, Miriam Godwinson, was a missionary from the
States who had come to Africa to evangelize. A bit over 25 years
old, she was an alabaster red-haired beauty whose perfect, pale
skin seemed rarely to have seen the sun. Her full, red lips
complemented the fiery auburn hair that cascaded down her back.
The white girl stood several inches shorter than the other girl
on the stage, but her ripe figure and full bosom easily marked
her as well past puberty.

Hundreds of natives from this tribe and other villages had come
to see the sexual combat rite, known as Ubuntu, performed between
two females. Having two females fight for sexual dominance was an
almost unheard of situation, and the fact that one girl was a
well-known political figure of the Bantu tribe and the other was
an exotic, pale-skinned, foreign beauty had made this the event
the spectacle of a lifetime, for the locals.

The lovely missionary’s attention was on the assembled crowd of
spectators. She naively assumed the gathering was assembled to
hear her preach and she strode the stage like a descended
goddess, her ivory linen dress billowing out behind her.

The enraged black girl seized the opportunity. Springing to close
the gap between her and her oblivious opponent, Lular thrust her
hands against the surprised missionary’s cleavage, grabbing the
lacy décolletage border of Miriam’s dress.

“You presumptuous savage!” Miriam protested, startled. “How dare
you lay your hands on my …”

With a mighty heave, the beautiful black teen ripped the dress
right off the startled white girl, obviously relishing the sound
of the tearing thin fabric.
Miriam screamed and tried unsuccessfully to cover her large bared
boobs and her sparsely red-haired pubic patch. But with only two
hands, the now-nude white girl was able to cover only two of the
three exposures at any one time. She finally ended up cupping her
right breast and crotch, forced to leave her large pale left
breast hanging, exposed for the assembled crowd to ogle.

“You cunt!” Miriam shrilled.  Morgan blinked in surprise. He had
never heard the gorgeous missionary curse.  The white girl
twisted, trying to hunch over to hide her nakedness, but the
circular stage meant  that any way she turned, she had an
audience of rapt spectators.

Lular smiled widely, perhaps sensing her inevitable victory.

“The priestess may have been manipulated into marrying another
woman,” Morgan thought, “but I suspect she’ll wring what standing
she can by dominating the hell out of Miriam as payback, as well
as to ensure this is an Ubuntu match that no one ever forgets.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a bowl, pressed into his hands.

Looking down, he saw an unadorned teak bowl filled with sliced
papaya.

“That’s right,” he remembered. At communal tribal events, the
Bantu customarily passed around food and snacks. Each traveling
bowl had a spoon, and it was customary to take no more than three
bites before passing it to your left.

Nodding his thanks to the Wise Woman on his right, he spooned the
requisite three spoonfuls into his mouth, savoring the sticky,
sweet goodness of the tropical fruit. He then passed the bowl to
Nwabudike, on his left, before turning his attention back to the
women on the stage.

Lular was circling the deeply flushed, hunched-over white girl,
reminding Morgan of a sleek panther, sizing up a cornered albino
antelope.
Miriam, seeing the young priestess also naked, stood confused,
but instinctively turned slowly so she never had her back to the
aggressive black girl.

“What’s this?!?” the shocked missionary asked, in a low,
tremulous voice. “What are you doing?”

Evidently finished with her inspection – or intimidation – the
young native girl casually walked up to Miriam. Grabbing the
surprised redhead by a fistful of her auburn hair, the black
priestess jerked the white girl’s head back and dropped her own
face down for a savage, passionate kiss.

The missionary’s green eyes widened in surprise and she froze in
shock. Obviously she had never before been kissed by a woman.

Morgan moaned in arousal as he saw the white girl’s cheek bulge
where the young black girl’s protruding tongue boldly and
forcefully explored. A petite, but strong, dark hand clasped the
missionary’s pale ass and jerked their pelvises roughly together.

A bowl was pressed into Morgan’s hands.

Glancing down, he saw it filled with some kind of shelled nuts.
He quickly spooned some into his mouth and passed it to his left.

Eagerly turning his attention back to the stage, he saw Miriam’s
pale, white hands on the bigger girl’s dark chest, trying to push
her aggressor away. But the younger girl was too strong and
Miriam soon tired, eventually hanging limp in the black girl’s
powerful embrace, eyes tightly clenched as Lular continued her
intimate exploration of the inside of the shorter girl’s mouth.

Morgan was dimly aware of torches being lit around the stage
area. It must be getting dark. But he was oblivious to almost
everything except the primal sex fight being performed before
him.

The strong, dark hand clenching Miriam’s white buttock finally
relaxed and slowly began to trail down across the white girl’s
curvaceous hip, eventually sliding between their tightly pressed
pelvises. The missionary seemed oblivious for a while, until her
green eyes shot open in horror.
“No!” she gasped , exerting a supreme effort and wrenching
herself away.

Miriam swayed, sagging slightly where she stood, panting as she
regarded the tribeswoman with horror. The missionary’s pale skin
was flushed and her cheeks red with embarrassment.

Lular laughed, closing her eyes as she gently waved the middle
finger of her right hand under her own nose, inhaling deeply.
Even from where he sat, Morgan could see the black girl’s
extended middle finger glistening in the flickering torchlight.

[“You’re wet, Outsider,”] Lular taunted, making a show of
enjoying the aroma on her finger. [“The thought of succumbing to
me excites you, doesn’t it.]
Understanding none of the Nguni language, Miriam evidently still
knew where that finger had intruded and what the act of blatantly
sniffing it meant.
“You sick, twisted … lesbian!” Miriam spat, her face flushing
crimson. “You disgusting … sinner!”

Enraged, the pale missionary launched herself at the taller girl,
knocking the surprised priestess off her feet with a flying
tackle. Both women landed heavily, but Lular recovered first.
Spinning behind Miriam as the white girl slowly tried to regain
her feet, the black girl quickly wrapped her long, muscular legs
around the unsuspecting redhead’s midsection and locked her
ankles.

Leaning back, she squeezed.

Miriam’s beautiful green eyes almost bugged out of her lovely
face as she got the air squeezed out of her. Her arms lost their
strength and she fell back on her curvaceous white ass, still
entrapped by the vindictive teen’s unrelenting thighs.

Lular scooted to position herself behind the groaning white girl
as the young missionary desperately gasped for air and pulled
futilely at the powerful dark legs crushing her. They were now
both in a sitting position, the black girl behind, with her legs
still wrapped around the struggling redhead.

Grinning lasciviously, the young black girl reached around and
began fondling one of the white girl’s exposed tits.

Miriam grabbed at the offending arm, trying to pull it away, but
the black girl grabbed a handful of pale tit-flesh, digging her
strong fingers deeply into the tender white meat and eliciting a
howl of pained protest from the struggling missionary.

[“See these fat white meat-bags?”] Lular husked in Miriam’s ear,
hefting one of the missionary’s big tits in her hand. [“These are
*mine* now. These are *mine* to do with as I like!”]  The young
priestess’ trash talk was lost on the clueless missionary, but
Morgan’s peripheral vision told him that every loincloth in the
crowd was probably tented, by now.

The white girl’s bright green eyes welled with tears from pain,
frustration, and humiliation.  She continued to pull at the dark,
muscular, molesting hand that was clenched in a death-grip on her
vulnerable boob, but the relentless pressure of the black girl’s
scissors hold were rapidly draining the struggling missionary’s
strength.

[“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, white girl!”] the merciless
teen taunted, as the older girl panted helplessly, slowly
succumbing to the unrelenting pressure of the younger girl’s
powerful legs. [“Don’t worry, you’re going to get to spend lots
of time between my legs, in the years to come.]
Still cruelly kneading Miriam’s ravaged tit, Lular used her other
hand to grab a fistful of red hair and cruelly jerked the tearful
missionary’s head back. Extending her tongue, the dominant black
girl slowly licked the helpless white girl’s face, leisurely
trailing her tongue from the missionary’s jawline to her ear.
Miriam clenched her eyes shut, her expression twisted with
disgust. She struggled to escape this new hot, wet humiliation.
But Lular’s grips were not to be broken. The aroused black girl
flicked the skittish redhead’s ear a few times before plunging
her tongue deep inside the white girl’s ear canal.

Miriam’s green eyes shot open at this unexpected and unwelcome
penetration. She renewed her struggled, but the dark priestess
tightened her legs around the white girl’s midsection,
immediately halting further resistance.  Miriam squirmed, but
finally slumped helplessly in Lular’s powerful embrace, tears
trickling down her cheeks as the young black girl continued to
tongue-fuck the redhead's ear.
Mercifully, the dark priestess finally released her captive.

Standing, she held out her hand as if to help the dazed white
girl to her feet. Reflexively, the befuddled missionary accepted
the proffered hand and shakily stood.

Immediately as the shaken white girl had regained her feet, Lular
shot her hand out to grab a fistful of red hair and dropped to
her knees, banging the top of Miriam’s head heavily on the wooden
floor of the stage. Still standing, but now bent over so the top
of her head was on the floor, the stunned missionary found the
teen priestess’ strong thighs now firmly clamped over the
doubled-over white woman’s ears.

Lular quickly released her grip on the redhead’s hair, shifting
to grab the white girl’s ass to hold her in place.

This left the dazed missionary in an awkward position, standing
with her feet on the floor, legs spread wide and ass thrust high,
but bent over with the top of her head on the floor, wedged
between the younger girl’s dark, muscular legs.  Her large white
boobs hung down over her face and rested on the black girls firm
thighs. With her feet closer to her tormentor than her shapely
ass, Miriam couldn’t even bend her knees in an effort to fall to
the floor, nor could she shield her exposed ass and pussy from
the leering crowd.

The young priestess grinned widely and sat back on her heels,
keeping the older girl’s head wedged firmly between her strong
thighs. Smugly, she leaned forward to reach around the creamy
curves of the entrapped girl’s porcelain ass and begin stroking
the helpless redhead’s quivering pussy.
Miriam let out a muffled scream.

“What are you doing?!?” the pinned missionary demanded, hands
pushing desperately against the dominant priestess’ powerful,
dark thighs. “Stop that! Don’t touch me! Do you hear me!?!”

“Stoooooop!!!”

This last demand came out more as a high-pitched wailing plea.

But Lular ignored her and continued to gently circle the
redhead’s pale-skinned vaginal opening with her thick, dark
fingertip.

To Miriam’s chagrin, she found her body couldn’t help but
respond. The humiliated white girl’s vulva slowly swelled with
arousal and her labia pushed out, glistening with unbidden
excitement.

“You fucking CUNT!” Miriam hissed, tears flowing in abject
humiliation. “I’ll fucking KILL you! Do you hear me!” She began
to weep piteously as the black teen continued to tease and stroke
the helpless missionary’s exposed pussy for the crowd.

After several minutes of this teasing, Lular slowly and
deliberately slid her middle finger deep into Miriam’s now
well-lubricated cunt. Miriam struggled furiously, her pale ass
dancing in the air as she desperately sought to escape the
humiliating public finger fucking. The black girl grinned and
picked up the pace, driving her finger to the hilt on each
stroke. The white girl’s ass continued to bob in response, but
Morgan wondered if it was still in an effort to escape.

He felt a bowl press into his hands: A savory stew of boar-pork
and lentils. He spooned some into his mouth and passed it on
before returning his attentio0n to the stage.

The white girl’s pale body was now flushed with obvious arousal.
Her creamy round ass swayed and gyrated as the taller black girl
continued to finger fuck her vulnerable, exposed pussy. Morgan
Could see the reluctant missionary’s white thighs had become
slick with her dripping juices.
Without warning, Lular stopped.

[“Not yet, my pretty, pale bitch!”] she told her victim, whose
body was now quivering in unrelased frustration, very close to
orgasm. [“I want to make sure that you – and everyone here –
knows who will be the Mistress and who will be the concubine.]

Smiling evilly, she gently touched her slick, juice-coated finger
to the white girl’s exposed, puckered anus.

Miriam’s body stiffened in shocked outrage.

“What are you doing?!?” she demanded. “Don’t you DARE!”

Lular knew as much English as Miriam knew Nguni, but the outraged
tone of the trembling white girl’s voice told the vindictive
black girl all she needed to know. The sadistic teen slowly and
gently circled her wet fingertip around the pinned girl’s anal
ring. Miriam screamed and thrashed desperately, trying to free
herself.

After several minutes of teasing, Lular grabbed the pinned
missionary by one creamy white asscheek to steady the thrashing
redhead. Then she pushed a well-lubricated finger gently but
firmly against the tightly clenched bud of her victim’s asshole.
Miriam screamed as the black girl slowly penetrated the white
girl’s sphincter, weeping as the young priestess slid her long,
thick dark finger to the hilt up her pale ass.
The crowd roared its approval and Morgan found a bowl of
marinated greens passed to him. He took a few mouthfuls and
passed it on.
Lular continued to finger fuck the white girl’s ass for the
crowd, putting on a show for several minutes more. The hapless
missionary moaned loudly, but eventually slumped in her
forced-standing position. Morgan noticed that in spite of her
degradation, Miriam’s aroused pussy continued to drool thin
rivulets of juice down her pale, inner thighs.

Finally satisfied with her domination, the grinning black
priestess released her hold on the white girl’s head and stood.
The humiliated missionary fell heavily to her knees and stayed on
all fours, head down, sobbing. Lular grinned maliciously and let
her stay like that until the white girl finally, painfully, got
to her feet again.

“You black bitch!” Miriam hissed venomously. “You sick, twisted
degenerate! You think you can force me -- a civilized,
God-fearing white woman – into your perverted, sinful
perversions!”

Miriam gave the amused priestess a haughty toss of her tousled
red hair.

“Well forget it,” the shamed missionary declared, desperately
seeking a way to exit with some salvaged dignity. “I’ll not be
part of your sick sex-combat.” With a flounce, the bruised white
girl turned on her heel and made her way for the edge of the
stage.
Lular regarded her in stunned silence for a beat or two.

[“You white she-hyena!”] the black girl spat, running after the
departing missionary and jumping on her back. [“You don’t take
this seriously? You think you can just leave and ignore your
obligation?”] The irate priestess snaked one her arm around the
unsuspecting white girl’s neck and pulled tight, cinching
Miriam’s slender, pale throat in the crook of her muscular, dark
arm.

The startled missionary gave a choked scream as her air was cut
off. Her eyes bugged out, but slowly started to close as the
pressure on her carotid arteries diminished the blood to her
brain. The taller black girl expertly applied just enough
pressure to keep the white girl semi-conscious. Reaching around
with her other hand, she began fondling the redhead’s large,
heavy breasts again.

The sight of that strong, dark hand fondling the helpless
missionary’s pale tit-flesh once again brought a collective groan
of arousal from the men in the audience, including Morgan.

Another bowl was pressed into Morgan’s hands and he spooned the
contents into his mouth, without looking. It was a delicious
concoction of yams boiled in coconut milk. He took three bites
and passed it to his left.

The priestess’ dark hand finally left the dazed redhead’s
reddened, mauled boobs and trailed down, stroking Miriam’s pale
flesh as it continued to amble down …

Lower …

Lower …

The dark hand reached the hairline of the white girl’s pubic
patch. The pale beauty, pinned in the chokehold so she was forced
to face the sea of dark, anonymous faces in the audience,  was
too dazed to attempt concealing her almost hairless pussy, now
exposed for all to see. Her dull green eyes were only partially
open and her arms hung limply at her sides as the black priestess
maintained her partial sleeper-hold.

Lular stroked one dark finger along the semi-conscious white
girl’s moist slit and smiled as her prey quivered in response.
The dominant teen took two dark fingers and pinched the older
girl’s pussy lips together, kneading them gently. The area she
massaged was right at the top of Miriam’s pussy, Morgan realized,
so she must be massaging the arrogant missionary’s clit with the
redhead’s own cuntlips.

In spite of her dazed state, the white girl moaned under the
black teen’s ministrations, almost imperceptibly beginning to
gyrate her hips, although whether it was in response or in an
attempt to get away, Morgan couldn’t tell.

Releasing the redhead’s pussy lips, the young black girl slowly
extended her middle finger. Approaching from the top, so the
crowd could see her glide her finger over the limp white girl’s
swollen clit, Lular slowly snaked her finger between Miriam’s
glistening nether lips.

The white girl moaned through slightly parted lips. Her eyes were
dazed and half closed, her face flushed with arousal and/or
humiliation. The smug teenager slid her finger into her victim,
all the way to the base, her adjoining fingers forming a dark
boundary for the redhead’s swollen, moist pussy.
Only semi-conscious due to the black girl’s chokehold, the
ravaged missionary began to reflexively thrust her pelvis, in
response to the unwanted finger-fucking.

Sensing victory, the young priestess slowly increased the pace.
She eased her grip on the white girl’s throat, smiling at the
aroused moan of lust that escaped her conquest’s lips.

A bowl was placed in Morgan’s hands and he blindly spooned
whatever it was into his mouth.

Plantains, with cane sugar. Delicious, but not enough for him to
wrest his eyes from the erotic scene before him.

The dominant black teen had inserted a second finger and Miriam’s
hips were bucking wildly in response. Lular carefully positioned
the captive missionary so as many people as possible could
witness the bitchy white girl getting fingered to orgasm.

But her humiliating position must have somehow gotten through to
the dazed missionary’s oxygen-starved brain. Slowly reaching back
with both hands, Miriam jammed her fingertips into the moist
folds of the black girl’s fevered cunt.

Morgan’s eyes widened almost as much as Lular’s.

Had he just seen what he thought he’d seen?!? Had prim, repressed
Miriam just jammed her fingers into another girl’s pussy?!?

Shocked, the young priestess stepped back, trying to move her
vulnerable snatch away from her opponent’s fingers. But with the
chokehold broken, the dazed missionary staggered free, once
again.

The arrogant black teen tried to regain her composure and
position.

[“Can’t wait to get at my pussy?”] she sneered. [“Don’t worry,
soon you’ll be …”]

Her words were cut off as the angry white girl staggered forward,
grabbed the surprised black girl by the head, and stuffed the
young priestess’ face between her large, pale breasts.

“You want a sex fight?” Miriam slurred, still gasping for breath
as she held the struggling black girl’s face prisoner between the
soft, enveloping mounds of her large, pale boobs. “Then by God,
I’ll *give* you a sex fight, you big black dyke!”

The pinned teen’s thrashing weakened, but the angry white girl
was relentless, continuing to press her big, pale boobs around
the struggling black girl’s head.

Without warning, the young priestess went limp, and would have
collapsed to the floor had not she been held up by her head,
wedged deeply in the voluptuous missionary’s impressive cleavage.

With a vengeful smirk, Miriam released her hold, allowing the
apparently lifeless black girl to slide to the floor.

But instead of falling to the ground, when Lular’s feet hit the
floor she quickly stooped, grabbing the surprised redhead around
the back of both knees.
“What?!?” Miriam gasped in shock.

“She was faking!” Morgan marveled. “Lular pretended to pass out
so Miriam would release her prematurely!”

Laughing, the black girl pulled the older girl’s legs out from
under her. Miriam landed with a loud thud, the wooden dais
bouncing slightly as the white girl’s generous ass landed hard.
Like a jungle cat, the young priestess was on her feet, standing
over the dazed white girl, who was still lying on her back.
Lular grabbed the dazed missionary by each of her slim, pale
ankles, and stepped between the white girl’s spread legs. With a
strength Morgan wouldn’t have credited her, the black teen raised
her foe’s ankles up into the air, hoisting Miriam’s hips off the
floor and mashing the white girl’s auburn pussy against her own,
dark furred cunt.

Smiling vindictively, the angry black priestess began grinding
her cunt against her opponent’s.

The effect was immediate and electric.  Miriam’s lovely green
eyes shot open wide and her full lips parted in a wide, wordless
“O”. On her back, hoisted by her ankles with her pale legs
splayed wide, the missionary’s already-aroused pussy was exposed
and vulnerable.

Morgan could hear wet, slurping noises as the athletic, black
teen vigorously rubbed her dark-furred snatch against Miriam’s
throbbing auburn crotch, their slick cuntlips slithering against
each other at an ever-increasing tempo.
Miriam was panting like a dog in heat, squirming to get away.

“No!” the gasping white girl pleaded. “Please! Don’t!”

The young priestess grinned and continued to rub herself in
lustful tribadism against her opponent’s sex, their juices
mingling and running down both their legs.

Morgan had no doubt that the dominant black girl would have
finished off her opponent within a minute, if she hadn’t been so
close to climax, herself. Lular’s face was darkened with desire
and her breath was coming in ragged gasps. Realization seemed to
hit just before her orgasm could reach critical mass.

“No!” the aroused teen gasped, lowering the white girl so their
pussies were no longer in contact, but maintaining her grip on
the writhing missionary’s ankles, despite the white girl’s
trembling legs.

Miriam, eyes tightly closed, continued to moan and buck her hips
involuntarily, evidently teetering on the brink of a truly
monumental climax.

Standing, still straddling the quivering white girl, Lular fought
to regain control. Morgan could see the black girl’s pussy
literally dripping with desire and knew she had been on the cusp,
herself. If she had continued, who knew which girl would have
succumbed first?

Lular stood for a while, but soon turned, so she had her back to
the white girl’s head. The panting teen squatted over the
missionary’s face as she pulled the white girl’s ankles back and
down around the redhead’s ears. From this position, Miriam’s
quivering auburn quim gaped wetly at the grinning priestess.

“Now, you white mare,” Lular husked, pinning the white girl’s
legs in position with her own dark, muscular thighs, “now I take
my victory over you and make you my personal possession,
forever.”

With that, she slid two fingers easily into the redhead’s slick,
hot slit.
Miriam, on her back with her legs bent back so that her ankles
were near her ears, was pinned in this awkward position by the
big black girl squatting over her, the young priestess’ muscular
dark legs pinning the missionary’s in position. The aroused
teen’s sopping snatch hovered over the white girl’s dazed, pale
face.

Lular, her own pussy no longer being stimulated, turned her
attention to that of her foe and began rhythmically
finger-fucking the doubled-over white girl.
Miriam gave an anguished cry of protest.

“Stop!” she begged. “Please! Don’t!”

Morgan felt a bowl placed into his hands. He ate without tasting
and passed the bowl to his left, engrossed by the scene being
played out in front of him.
The beautiful missionary struggled futilely, unable to gain
enough leverage to escape her compromising position.

“Please!” the pinned white girl choked, gagging as the aroused
teen’s pussy juice dripped from above, landing at the back of her
throat.

Ignoring her, the black girl inserted three fingers into the
redhead’s well-lubricated pussy and continued finger-fucking her
conquest. Miriam cursed as her traitorous body responded,
reflexively starting to hump herself against the arrogant black
girl’s intrusive fingers.

Smiling evilly, Lular paused before sliding four fingers into the
moaning, bucking white girl. Miriam howled in indignation and
arousal, weeping in humiliation.

Morgan almost stopped breathing as he watched the young
priestess, all four fingers thrust deeply into the helpless white
girl’s snatch, stop – and slowly curl her hand into a fist,
sliding her entire, dark hand into the tight, red-furred hole.

Miriam gave a loud groan and kept crying. But she’d lost control
of her body, now, and her twitching pelvis was mindlessly
thrusting against her dominatrix’s hand.

The sweating black girl went slowly, stroking her fist in up to
her wrist, then pulling back until her glistening fingernails
were visible before pumping back into the trembling white girl.

Miriam lay dazed, no longer even trying to pull her face away
from the warm drops of excitement that plopped wetly from the
squatting teen’s aroused pussy onto the white girl’s flushed face
and into her slack mouth.

The dark priestess slowly picked up her pace, playing the pinned
white girl like an instrument, building up the intensity. This
went on for almost 10 minutes, during which time Morgan accepted
three more bowls of snacks that he would be completely unable to
identify, later.

Lular continued to increase the pace of her fist fucking, until
her arm was pistoning in and out of the white girl in a dark
blur. Miriam, for her part, appeared to have completely succumbed
to the black girl’s  sexual onslaught. The overpowered redhead
moaned loudly as her up-thrust pelvis bucked wildly in time to
the younger girl’s relentless fisting. Not only did the aroused
missionary no longer attempt to avoid Lular’s dripping pussy
juice, she was now actively tried to catch it, her mouth opened
wide and her tongue extended in an effort to catch every warm,
aromatic drop.

Finally, it was too much for the beleaguered redhead.

Miriam stiffened and gave a full-throated scream of mindless
ecstasy as the triumphant black girl pushed her over the edge.
Lular continued to fist the spasming white girl through her
victim’s orgasm, relenting only when Miriam had finally collapsed
into a quivering heap.

The crowd cheered wildly as Isandlwana climbed slowly onto the
stage.

[“People of the Bantu and extended Nguni tribes,”] the Wise Woman
announced in a loud, formal voice. [“Know that today, Lular
H’minee, priestess of the Bantu, has established her claim on her
mate, Miriam Godwinson, who is now her property.”]

The young black girl wasn’t done yet, though. Aroused to her
limit and not yet having achieved release, it was Lular’s turn.
The sex-crazed priestess stood and pulled the quivering
missionary to her knees.

[“Now,”] the dark teen husked loudly, [“show them all, my
moon-kissed wife. Show them who the better woman is!”] Pulling
the panting missionary up by a fistful of red hair, Lular guided
Miriam’s face to within inches of the black girl’s hot, throbbing
pussy.

The crowd went silent as the kneeling exotic white foreigner
looked up with big, green eyes at the triumphant black teen who
stood in front of her.
A bowl was pressed into Morgan’s hands.  He ate without taking
his eyes away from the two women on the stage.

Slowly, reluctantly, as if fighting herself, Miriam leaned
forward until she had buried her face in the black girl’s damp
crotch.

A roar of approval erupted from the audience and Lular proceeded
to hump herself against her new bride’s face. It didn’t take
long. On the edge for so long herself, Lular came like a freight
train, howling her pleasure into the night as she ground her
pussy into the kneeling redhead’s now-willing face.

However, prolonged arousal such as Lular had experienced was not
to be sated with merely one orgasm.

After her climax, the taller black girl lifted the shorter white
girl up and hoisted the missionary over her dark shoulders. Still
proudly nude, she padded towards her hut, carrying her newly won
prize. Within minutes, mingled cries and screams of pleasure
pierced the night – to whom they belonged, Morgan couldn’t tell.

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, racist Miriam Godwinson
had been turned into a slutty, submissive lesbian by a black girl
still in puberty!

A bowl was pressed into his hands and he reflexively spooned the
food into his mouth.

He paused.

This was absolutely ... delicious!

He took another bite.

And then another.

His taste buds felt as if they were experiencing the culinary
equivalent of an orgasm.  It was a mildly spicy dish of exquisite
taste. He couldn’t readily identify the various spices and herbs,
but the combination was fantastic. In spite of protocol, he took
a fourth bite. The steamed fish in the dish was delicate and
perfectly cooked, perfectly complementing the savory curried
gravy.

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


“Venda!” he gasped, choking on his current mouthful.

He was eating someone’s Venda gift!

He jerked his head to his 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.

“Judaa …” he whispered, weakly.



(Continued in “Missionary Position, Part 3.”
