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. ============================ 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.