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A full moon hung heavy in the summer night sky. It was like a scene from a moviebut the reality of it was brought home to Graham by his heightened sense ofarousal and the majesty of the individuals before him. He had been selectedfrom a long list of applicants to witness a special ceremony like none other.The Southern Regional Obeah Society was having a rites of passage ceremonyfor one of its most exalted members. To the outside world, the organizationwas nothing more than a Black BDSM group that promoted Black Supremacy. Inactuality, it was nothing of the sort. It was a group formed to restore trueAfrocentric principles and governing regulations to those that chose to acknowledgeAfrica as their spiritual and cultural homeland. Hoards of submissive whitesflocked to the S.R.O.S. members because they were so comfortable with theirsexuality and power and it served as a natural aphrodisiac for those wishingto relinquish some white guilt. On this weekend, the Divine Mother MistressOlutuunde was being given the title of Goddess. It was a sacred ceremony withtraditions and practices taken from several West African religions and adaptedto contemporary African American sensibilities. Meaning, no goats were sacrificed,no genitals were mutilated, but there was an amazing feast of food and libationsand traditional dress, dance and ritual.
Graham had been escorted blindfolded to a remote compound outside of Atlanta. His sense of direction was fine for a while, they started out on I-20 andmade their way south on I-75. His chauffeurs obviously didn't want him to knowtheir exact destination so there were some twists and turns en route that wereintended to throw him off. They arrived at what seemed to be a four hour journeyat a remote 30 acre piece of land that surely had been the property of a genteelslave master in days gone by. Graham was the only white person there and hisown insecurities made him more self-conscious than the actual treatment hereceived. Everyone treated him with casual deference. He was insignificantto the weekend's festivities and he knew his place was to watch and to observeand to await his time to serve.
Friday night, he witnessed all the weary travelers arrive and find their accommodations.There were about 35 to 40 guests in all; the majority of which were Black males.There were a handful of women that were also high ranking priestesses in theorder, but this weekend they were acting as maidens to Divine Mother Olutuunde.They were to cater to her every need. Graham noticed that the Divine Mothertreated them all with respect. He imagined that a white woman would not beas gracious with a similar amount of power, and wondered silently why thereseemed to be no signs of jealousy among the women. His sensitivities to thedifferences in behavior were heightened by the fact that the he was the loneCaucasian in the group and he had no choice but to remark on the differingpatterns. The rest of the women in attendance had risen to the ranks of Goddessalready and were going to be officiating the ceremony. They remained out ofsight mostly, preparing themselves with prayer and meditation in the solitudeof nature. They were drawing on all of the spiritual energies and ancestorsneeded to raise Mistress Olu's vibrational pattern to that of a Deity.
Saturday morning began a day of preparation and festivities. The Divine Motherwas not to have her feet touch the ground so she was carried upon the shouldersof four men wherever she needed to be taken. She actually had no such need;anything and everything she desired would be brought to her with the snap ofher fingers. The four men stood by her like sentinels guarding the throne.The women groomed the Divine mother all day, lavishing luxury and pleasureon her. Graham watched from the periphery, constantly aroused and amazed bythe beautiful brown bodies before him.
The hand maidens took great pleasure in attending to the honoree. Graham watchedin amazement while they washed the long, beautiful dreadlocs of the DivineMother, at how they used a liquid black soap to create volumes of suds andmassaged them gently from root to tip. They gently and repeatedly poured purifiedspring water from a pitcher through her hair until no signs of lather remained.The maidens then created a hairstyle that looked like a crown with her locks,and momentarily, Graham was ashamed that his fine, limp hair could not duplicateany such style.
He watched in awe as they bathed her body. From head to toe, they caressedher smooth brown skin. Each maiden knew that one day she would be in the sameposition and she lavished all the pampering and care she would want on herself,creating a space in the universe for her actions to be returned in kind whenit was her time to ascend. Intricate henna tattoos of ancient Adinkra symbolswere skillfully applied to Olutuunde's spine, a spiritual road map of sortsfor her energy to be raised up through her chakras. Melted shea butter waspoured all over her and all ten hands of her lady servants massaged it in toevery pore. Her skin glistened and glowed with rich deep tones and smooth,velvety perfection.
Graham swallowed hard as the women prepared to shave the beautiful cunt ofMistress Olu. She lay back on the down filled mattress and spread her legs.The male attendants stood erect in more ways than one, in their color sarongsand bare chests, as they watched. Graham was light headed, awed by all thebeautiful Ebony bodies before him. He wished he could just disappear into thesurroundings but there was little need for his nervousness; his presence therewas more like that of a pet than a participant.
They lathered her gorgeous mons and sharpened the straight-edged razor withprecision and skill. Slowly . . . methodically . . . and with exacting movements,every hair was removed to reveal the silky, soft folds of black femininity.They repeated the procedure again, leaving her naked in a way that seemed moretangible than just having no clothes on. Her pussy lips were like that of aflower, delicately opening to reveal her inner most treasure.
Each maiden, one by one, knelt at Olu's core and made tribute with her mouth.Each woman kissed, licked, and sucked that sweet pussy while the Divine Motherlay writhing in sensual ecstasy. Mother Olutuunde shuddered through a stringof never-ending orgasms. Graham, knowing he could not relieve himself duringthe weekend's activities, stood in tortured agony awaiting his turn. His chanceto drink from the beautiful Mistress was not to come any time soon. His opportunityto feast at the divine core was to come at a much later, more crucial stagein the weekend.
He made his way around the rest of the compound, pausing to take note of thestrength and beauty of all of the people that surrounded him. He wondered inwardlyhow their ancestors could ever have been confused for being inferior. He marveledat their bodies, their skin, and their presence. Everything about them reekedof royalty and magnificence.
Graham casually strolled to the barn on the property where no less than 20black men were in various states of undress; all of whom were eating, drinking,dancing, drumming and working out. They were preparing for the night's mainevent. They were bonding; each man hand selected by a private council to participatein the initiation. Ascending to the position of Deity in the secret order isthe second highest honor of the resurrected African tradition. The highesthonor and privilege went to the men who were selected to impregnate the initiate.As Goddess Mother, she was to give birth to a Prince or Princess that wouldone day reign supreme. No one man could be selected to father such a childlest his ego become distorted with delusions of grandeur. Twenty men were selected,each for their special talents, abilities, and skills, to provide love, nurturing,support, guidance and the genetic materials to assist in the creation of thewonder child. No one would ever know who the biological father of the childwas and it was of no importance. Yes, for a mother, the child would have themother of all mothers and he or she would have twenty fathers that would loveand protect him or her for life. The child would be the collective of the mostsuperior genetic stuff possible. Graham watched as the men prepared and secretlyhoped that their sperm would be the one to impregnate the Divine Mother Goddess.
Night fell and electricity grew in the air. It was a wild frenzy of celebrationand circumstance. A huge bonfire burned and spat glowing embers to the clearedholy grounds, the land that held the bones of ancient survivors of chains ofslavery and tyranny. Graham was a part of the processional, led in on a leashattached to his cock and balls. His pink erection looked almost laughable incomparison to the columns of Ebony flesh sported by Black priests of the secretObeah society. He made himself comfortable on one of the hammocks and preparedfor a long night.
Incantations were recited in strange tongues and prayers were sent up to theheavens. Twenty men were to make love to this woman, which could conceivablytake twenty hours or more if left to their own devices. Each man was limitedto 15 minutes to not only deposit his load into the Divine Mother, but to giveher pleasure. They had refrained from any sexual contact for six weeks andeaten a strictly vegan diet to prepare for their responsibility. Olu had preparedas well. In addition to her fasting and meditation, she had been trained inancient Kemetic sexual practices from other women who had ascended to the rankof Goddess. They taught her magical techniques that the Western mind wouldfind inconceivable. She was prepared to give all the men the most memorablenight of their lives in more ways than one.
The Divine Mother Mistress Olutuunde was carried in on the shoulders of herfour body guards on their shoulders and placed on an altar. It was designedto have her comfortably recline in a position where her pelvis was at the samelevel of her lovers and allow the sperm to collect in her womb. She was radiantand joyful, almost too peaceful for someone about to be given the title ofliving God.
Each man that had been selected to contribute his load to the mix stood inanticipation. They stroked themselves to arousal in a huge circle jerk of masculineshowmanship. The maidens licked and kissed Olu in a grand display of lesbianforeplay. That alone was enough to get ancestral spirits aroused but that wasnot to be the grand finale as it were. A cloth bag with a mudcloth patternwas circulated between the men. Each man drew a smooth stone with a symbolcarved into it. That was to be the order in which they were to ?perform?. Ahigh priestess would send up a prayer and reach in another bag and pull outa stone. The individual with the matching symbol would be the next in lineto perform.
Graham was in agony; his balls were aching and he was desperate for some relief.The numb ache he felt was a turn on, he liked being deprived of satisfaction,it was his fetish. He knew that when the time came for him to release it wouldbe explosive.
The crowd was in a frenzy, desperate to know who would be the first. Theywere chanting and dancing and drumming and praying. Naked black bodies gyratedand moved in trancelike fashion.
The first symbol was pulled. The lucky frontrunner was an artist and musiciannamed Heru from the Philadelphia area. He was honey vanilla in complexion andhad locs that cascaded down his back. His 6'even frame was sinewy yet muscularand his stomach looked like a rippled washboard. The muscles in his lean, athleticthighs flexed as he approached the altar. He looked down on Olu with love andaffection and they tenderly touched fingertips in an act of intimacy. For thefirst five minutes of their exchange, they kissed. They kissed the kiss ofeternal lovers reunited after a lifetime of separation. Silence fell over thecrowd out of reverence and respect. Their kisses grew more passionate and morecompelling, to a feverish pitch. Olutuunde's body arched up to receive Heruand they joined together for the first time. Everyone took a deep breath atthat very moment except for Heru and Olu. They cried out into the night insensual bliss.
Tears formed in Heru's eyes as he experienced a sensation like he'd neverfelt before. He was confined in a prison of pure heaven and it was blissfultorture. Olutuunde experienced pleasure of her own; Heru's dick was reachingher spot and stimulating her to fits of orgasmic bliss. She fucked him back,giving him pussy like he'd never dreamt possible.
Graham watched, a lump in his throat, as the two lovers put on a performancethat rivaled the best adult film he had ever seen. Never in his life had hewitnessed two such beautiful black specimens in such a passionate exchange.Heru was glistening with sweat, Olu was moaning out into the night like ananimal. Their body movements were like a dance. He fucked her harder and sheresponded in kind. The muscles in his ass flexed as he pumped and pumped somemore. His steely erection was coated in her juices and he dug his fingers intoher hips as he stood motionless and emptied himself physically and emotionallyinto the Goddess.
One by one, symbols were called and Ebony suitors stepped up to the task.Graham watched as men the color of the sweetest molasses to rusty brown togolden tan and every color in between drove their hard cocks between the sweetthighs of the Mother Earth. Each man brought his own technique yet the allseemed to melt under the auspices of the task at hand. None seemed preparedto encounter the velvety walls of a true Goddess and many needed to be carriedaway in exhaustion and defeat. Graham watched as each ebony cock was withdrawnfrom Olu, glistening with the previous loads of cum that had been depositedand his mouth watered with envy. After a few hours, he moved closer to thescene, no one seeming to care if he got a closer look.
As the night wore on, the men who had already gone began to get aroused againand pair off with the maidens. Not restricted to a time limit, they began tofuck like wild animal in the summer night air. Those that had yet to get theirturn began to stroke each other. It was an African spiritual orgy, sex theway it was intended to be: open and free and without inhibition. Graham washigh from the scent of sex and sweat and incense. He moved closer still, closeenough to be but a few feet away from the vessel of Olutuunde. White frothycum seeped from her lips and he openly wept and stroked his little erectionfuriously. Hard black cocks, attached to gorgeous Black men, fucking a Goddessright before his eyes was more than he could stand.
In the wee hours of the morning when the last man approached, everyone gatheredaround closely. The Most High Priestess stood at Olutuunde's head and proclaimedto the night sky that her energy had raised to that of a Goddess. She spokeof her new powers and everyone stood in reverence to the birth of divinitybefore them. The last participant stood at the entrance to her soul. He tookaim and penetrated her deeply. Olu reached yet another orgasm and a strangelight appeared to emanate from somewhere within her. Graham blinked, thinkingperhaps it was delirium and orgasm denial that had him seeing such things.He was in a dream state.
The last man fell to his knees and sobbed. He was carried away while everyoneelse seemed to still be at a feverish high. The High Priestess officiatingcalled Graham's name and said something in Yoruba that he could not understand.He knew his duty. He knelt between the legs of the Goddess. In true Africantradition, the seed of the men that had collectively impregnated her couldnot be spilled. The other maidens could not be expected to perform such a duty,it was understood that only a white cum slut like Graham could perform sucha task.
Graham swallowed hard again. Olutuunde's cunt was raw and swollen and drippingwith cum. Her inner pink flesh was crimson in color. Her sweat smelled sweetand the aroma from her pussy was a cum lover's perfume. Graham was desperateto lick her, to clean her well fucked pussy. Her swollen clit looked like atiny dick, hard and erect and needing attention. The blood rushed to his face.All at once, the reality that he was going to taste the cunt of a Goddess hithim and tried to run out of fear. He wasn't worthy of such a task. The menassigned to guard the Goddess Mother held him by his arms, not allowing himto flee. The Most High Priestess grabbed him by the hair and moved his facecloser and closer, his tongue just millimeters from the treasure. Graham wastorn with emotion. He wanted to drink the cum from the Goddess Mother morethan anything, he wanted to run, he was aroused at being controlled by thesexy men that towered above him and he wanted to stroke his cock with a desperationof a man that needed it to live.
His heartbeat was pounding louder than the drums and he heard sounds comefrom him that he didn't recognize. He blacked out for a minute, only to bebrought back to consciousness with his mouth lapping up the sweet cream oftwenty black men. Through it all, he could taste the sweet cream of the DivineMother Goddess. The silky smooth lips of her pussy were like velvet. She satup for the first time for the evening and cum poured from her like a fountainand he tried to swallow it all. His lips formed a seal around her hole andhe drank steadily. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of what seemed to bean endless supply of Black cum. Assured that he wouldn't run, the guards releasedGraham's arms. Instinctively, he began stroking his hard cock. He drove histongue deep inside the Goddess Mother and tried with all his might to lickher sweet inner walls. He was drunk with fantasies of sucking black cocks andeating shaved pussies and drinking the cum of superior men.
Graham reached up and spread the full, brown asscheeks of the Divine GoddessMother and dove his tongue in to taste what cum had collected there. He tastedher musky flavors and stroked his own cock that much harder. Inspired by theattention to her asshole that had largely been neglected all night in lieuof her mission to conceive, Olutuunde began to relish the stimulation to hersensitive back hole. Alive with sexual energy, she began to hump her glorious,sexy asshole on Graham's tongue. Graham, inspired by the thought that he couldgive pleasure to the Goddess-elect, began to zero in on her clit with the hopesof causing her to reach her final orgasm of the night.
He glanced momentarily at the others in an act of asking permission. No onemade an effort to stop him. He held her lips open and embraced her sensitivespot with his lips. Olutuunde began moaning loudly. He used his tongue to lapat it gently, circling it, caressing it softly. He could feel her thighs tightenup around his head. He began a relentless assault with his tongue and lipson her clit and held on for dear life. He could feel the tremors in her legsstart and her panting was out of control. He licked more. His cock was readyto explode. He sucked her clit and sent both Olu and himself over the edgeof pleasure, crashing to a climactic ending.
That Sunday morning, everyone lounged casually and ate to recuperate. Grahamwanted to recount the previous events with others, to talk about how he hadmade the Queen Goddess cum with his mouth, but no one had a reason to conversewith him. He watched as everyone packed to return home and continue to go abouttheir lives in an every day fashion. He rode home, blindfolded and painfullyerect, only to be able to know that he still had the cum of 21 of the mostsuperior and beautiful black people in his belly.
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