The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - three

“So baby, I first want to tell you how much I love you. Please honey, never ever doubt that. It would break my heart if you ever decided that I don’t love you. I love you deeply baby. I love you from the bottom of my heart. I think you will be the most wonderful daddy for my child. I want you to be the loving father for my children. You are so loving and so good with kids. And I love you for that. I treasure you for that. My sweet babies will need you and call you daddy all their life. You will be such a good daddy, baby.”

Edward watched his beloved wife. Her mouth was so sexy as it tumbled excitedly over her words, trying so hard to tell him she loved him no matter what. His heart warmed to those words.

Until he suddenly realized what she had said!

He tried to recall her exact words, his stomach becoming queasy as the impact of her words sank in. He realized her words had been ‘MY child, . . . . . . for MY children, . . . . . . . MY sweet babies!’ Not THEIR sweet babies! No, she had said ‘MY babies!’

What could she mean by that? Why would she word it THAT way?

Her words continued to tumble out. He quickly turned his attention back to what she was saying.

Her pretty little face glowed with her intensity. “Honey, I have become deeply convicted that interracial hatred can only be solved, done away with, by utilizing much stronger methods. The church that I am going to now has decided to meet the huge problem of racial strife head-on. I feel so strongly they’re doing it for the right reasons, and in the right way, honey.”

Edward’s face now showed his total confusion. His mind battled reality. ‘Race? This is about race? My hand being handcuffed to the bed is about race? Whatever this is on my cock, this is about race?’ Edward was totally confused now! Where was this going?

She hurried on. “Honey, I know that you are probably confused, but I want you to come to church with me tonight and experience the love of this congregation baby. Will you come with me?” Her face was totally focused on his face, both his eyes and his mouth seemed to make her eyes flutter from one to the other continuously, flickering nervously.

Edward’s heart seemed to calm, seeing her nervousness.

His eyes looked down to her sweet pussy still wrapped tightly around the huge implement. What was THAT thing all about, all shoved up her cunt and showing just the fat balls hanging below her pussy? At least he now understood what its deep rich chocolate color was all about.

“Honey, . . . . . sweetheart, . . . . . Ummmmm, . . . . . you came home and saw me during a session of instruction with my Pastor. Please don’t think I was doing something wrong honey. I was receiving religious instruction, that is all.”

Edward’s mind went back to what he had seen only minutes before as he stood there at the door to their downstairs recreation room. His wife had been facing the computer screen full frontal and naked as a jay-bird! Her body was going up and down on the huge implement, letting it come completely out of her body, and then slowly settling back down until only the fat testicles were still visible below her. The cam that was connected to the computer had its little red light shining brightly, so Edward knew that the man on the computer screen was watching his wife as she did her, what had she called them? ‘Religious exercises.’

She had continued to exercise until she had gasped, shuddering vigorously, and seemed to cum as the man watched. She had been kneeling on top of their pool table. She had placed a towel under her bottom, on which the implement had rested. She had gushed, and soaked a huge spot on the towel as she shuddered.

The man on the computer screen had seemed to be touching himself as he watched her so lewdly show her body to him. He wondered if the watching man had been able to see her pussy all stretched out around the dark thick implement.

What in the world had transpired while she was in Jamaica to cause her to suddenly allow a man to watch her pleasure herself, Edward wondered?

Edward decided to just ask his wife. “Honey, who was the man on your computer screen?”

His wife blushed brightly. “Ah, yeah, ah, I mean, well . . . . .” She took a deep breath before she continued, her face a vivid red. She looked down shyly, her long eyelashes almost closed. “Pastor Syh,” she whispered.

Edward waited for a bit, expecting a more complete answer. “That was your pastor?” he finally asked?

Paula nodded her head, her eyes still looking at the floor.

“Honey, . . .. Honey, why were you showing him your nude body? I don’t understand why you were naked in front of your pastor, fucking yourself as he watched! What kind of religion is this any way?”

Paula began to rock back and forth on the fat thick cock buried inside her, as if it gave her solace, confidence. Suddenly she looked up at her husband and fiercely said, “It is my duty to bring sexual pleasure to him!” Her belly was now rippling as she rocked back and forth on the implement.

Even as Edward watched her undeniably erotic movements, he could not help but wonder what in the world had transpired. Two weeks ago his wife had been an incredibly inhibited woman. To even let him see her naked had been beyond what she could accomplish. Now she was fucking her cunt with a huge dildo for her pastor right on live TV!

Suddenly the words poured out of her pretty mouth, but Edward’s eyes were riveted on the huge cock that his wife was now rising and settling onto again, just like she had done for her preacher man. Edward could not concentrate on what she was saying, his attention totally absorbed by her bodies increasing agitation and carnal activities. Her stomach was moving in waves, like a belly dancer’s.

Edward could see the huge phallus spreading his wife’s little pussy lips widely apart, then cause her abdomen to swell as it’s length and girth traveled up into her belly. She began to sigh as she completed each deep penetration. She stopped talking, closed her eyes, and surrendered to the huge cock as it fucked her to orgasm. She began to softly shudder. Her body wracked in its growing excitement. She began to wail in her joyous rise to nirvana. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!” She suddenly collapsed into the peaceful fulfillment of an orgasmic afterglow.

Edward sat there on their bed, his wrist handcuffed to the bed frame, his cock encased in some sort of prison, and watched his wife continue to quiver as the orgasm that had captured her consciousness continued to pass through her body.

Eventually her eyes fluttered back open. She smiled languidly. “Praise God for my orgasm!” she murmured.

Edward could not stop himself from asking the next question, the one that had been burning his mind from the inside out. “Paula, what is that thing you keep putting inside yourself?”

“Oh, well, . . . . . that . . . . . THAT is an exact replica of Pastor Syh’s penis.”

The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - four

Paula withdrew the dark monster from within her vagina, the huge head popping loudly as it exited her body. Her body was situated in such away that Edward could see the prodigious hole the huge penis had left behind. Edward was certain he could have inserted his whole hand into her without much resistance.

The last time he had made love to his wife, the night before she had left to go to Jamaica, she had been so tight around his manhood that he had only lasted a few too short moments inside her before he had discharged. Not now! Clearly he could see that if he were to try to make love to her now, his penis would have no sensation, he would not feel it when he entered or exited her womanhood. Her pussy was just too damn stretched out!

Edward stared at his wife’s vaginal opening in growing horror. Why had she done this to her body! The facts were beginning to lead to thoughts that he did not want to consider. She was so stretched out now that she could never again service him like she had before. Instead she was using the replica of a black man’s genitals that she had known for less than a week to make sure her vagina no longer was of any use by her husband!

Edward was so deeply horrified by what she was doing to her intimate body that he barely heard her speak to him. “I am preparing my birth canal for the delivery of my baby.” She said it so matter of factly that Edward had to recall her words to even begin to fathom their meaning.

Yet, there it was again, in black and white: “My baby.” Not “OUR baby, but “MY Baby!”

Paula leaned forward and took her husband’s hand. “Honey, I know you are confused and scared right now, you were not supposed to find out this way. I wanted you to go to church with me and find out about my new beliefs there, not here. And I certainly did now want you to catch me doing what you would consider cheating on you. But see baby, it isn’t really cheating, it is following my beliefs, being loving to the world, working to do away with racial bigotry and hatred. Isn’t that worth working for honey?”

Edward looked his wife in the eye. Finally he just asked the question on his torturing his mind. “Paula, how does stretching your cunt out like this do any of that!?”

Paula got up from the bed and walked into the master bathroom. She called back over her shoulder, “Honey, if you want to go to church with me, tell me, and I will uncuff you from the bed, OK?”

The implied threat was perfectly clear to Edward. He fumed for several minutes. But he could think of no way out of his predicament other than to capitulate to her desire for him to go to church with her. He looked down at his penis and again was reminded that he was caged. He tried to remove his cock from the little sheath and rings, but had no success at all. Nor could he feel it when he touched himself there. He was still totally numb around his genitalia.

By the time he had decided he would have to cooperate with his wife about church, it was too late, she had started the shower and was busily singing as she washed. Her singing and her songs were hauntingly beautiful. Edward, before this very moment, had no idea his wife’s voice was so incredible!

After a few very long minutes, he heard her shut the shower off, and then the sound of the shower door opening and re-shutting came to him over the sounds of her singing. Edward had been so mesmerized by her voice that he forgot to tell her he had decided to cooperate and go to church with her. She switched on the CD player and cranked up the volume, continuing to sing along with the recorded music. The volume was way too high for her to be able to hear him.

After about a half an hour, the CD finished playing. The sudden quiet unnerved him. He called for her several times, but then heard the sound of the garage door closing. With a sinking heart, he realized she had exited the master bathroom from the other door, and she was no longer there.

He looked at the clock beside the bed. It was three in the afternoon.

Edward suddenly woke with a start. Paula was shaking his shoulder. “Honey, honey!” She was trying to wake him. His arm was asleep.

Edward sat up. It took a few groggy minutes to realize that his arm was no longer cuffed to the bed. Working his arm, trying to regain feeling in it, he looked at the clock. It was after two in the morning.

“Did you just get home honey?” he asked.

“No baby, I’ve been downstairs worshipping with several people from the church for several hours. Didn’t you hear us?”

Still half asleep, Edward shook his head.

“Lie down baby, I have something I need you to do for me. Put your head own here honey.” Edward groggily turned around so that his head was near the center of their bed. “Yeah, just like that honey. Perfect.”

Paula crawled up over her husband’s mouth and lowered herself onto his lips.

In a husky voice she murmured “Eat me baby! Eat my little honey box.”

Edward found himself incredibly turned on by having his beloved wife actually ASK him to pleasure her orally! This was a first for sure!

Edward began to kiss her, lick her, and caress her thighs as his mouth suckled her soft inner lips. He vaguely noticed that the huge gash that had been her cunt this afternoon had seemingly healed itself, and she was again tight, and closed.

Edward pressed the tip of his tongue against her tightly closed little orifice.

“Yesssssssss! Yessssss! Yes baby, lick it that mmmmmm. Oh that part! Lick inside me honey! Yes, that is what I need you to do! YESSSS lick inside my sweet little cunt! Go baby, stick your tongue up inside me! Yes, I have a sweet gift in there for you baby! Yes, search for it! Search deep for your gift baby! Yes baby, it is all for you! OH GOD Yessssssssss!” Her words became incoherent as her body showered his mouth with a sticky salty gift of her wetness. She began to cum, her body quivering, shuddering, her pussy pulsing, rhythmically contracting. She seemed to be full of wetness. Edward licked and sucked on her sweetness for what seemed like ages, and still her body seemed to feed him an inexhaustible supply of her sweet salty gifts.

Suddenly her body seemed to wilt, and Edward had to catch her as she passed that magic moment, toppling over on her side, caught in that thrilling moment when a woman falls toward blackness from the ecstatic delirium of her orgasm.

Edward held her body in his arms as she continued to quiver even though she was out cold. Edward showered her body with soft loving kisses as she gasped for breath, her bosom rising and falling, breathing heavily, evenly.

After a time, exhausted, she began to snore softly. She was now sleeping, dreaming no doubt of the glory of her first petite mort.

Edward wrapped them both in the blankets of their bed, then snuggled to her back, molding himself against her firm derriere, wrapping his beloved wife in his arms. He grinned from ear to ear, having pleasured his wife beyond any previous accomplishment. He was so proud of himself for that. He was so in love with her for admitting to him that she needed his oral caresses to cum. And what an orgasm she had had! His chest swelled with pride. Edward had totally forgotten about his little penile prison, and the fact he could not feel his genitals.

Soon, Edward also slept, unaware that his entire face was smeared with sperm.