Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2005
Jim had a hard on for most of the overseas flight home from Iraq. Visions of his wife, Terry, cascaded through his mind in abundant verdant images, fond images of the first time they had made love, and then also the second and third and finally the night of their marriage. It had been fast, sort of a whirlwind relationship, but he was getting ready to rotate overseas, and there was absolutely no question in either one of their minds that they loved each other deeply and forever. They both felt absolutely sure, and absolutely ready to commit to each other for their whole life.
Terry letters had been filled with how much she missed him, and also of loving reassurances in each and every email, written daily, like clockwork just before she went to bed each night, expressing her love for him.
He had earned his leave the hard way, partly by being soldier of the year, and partly by saving the commanding general’s ass in a surprise ambush by the insurgents. The shrapnel through his thigh had sewed up the hard-to-get leave. His purple heart was in processing, as well as his award for meritorious service and for gallantry in action. The general had personally awarded that particular commendation at reveille the very next morning!
And so as Jim flew home, hour on tedious hour of anxious waiting to see his beloved wife again, caused his thoughts to turn naturally to her sexy body, how she had been so responsive to his touches. His best friend had told him of the rumors about her, how she was easy, enjoyed by many men already. He had not cared. Her eyes saw only him when they were together. And Jim’s eyes saw only her.
True enough, they really did not know each other for long before they had suddenly, impulsively tied the knot. But she had lived up to every single word of her promises. And she had written him every single day, not just a jotted short note either, but a long love letter of her day, and of her continuing love for him. No other man in his unit had received as many emails. It was so obvious that even his best buddy had commented on it.
Jim dozed once, waking to memories of his naked wife in the throws of her glorious orgasm. His cock was as hard as the barrel or his rifle as he sat their fantasizing about making love with her when he got home.
He had deliberately not told her he was coming home. He wanted to surprise her, give himself to her as his Christmas gift to her. He had of course already shopped on line and bought her gobs of stuff, gift wrapped of course, but all that would pale in comparison to him walking through the front door of their sparse, small, one bedroom house. Yes, he could visualize the look on her face when he walked in! His cock got even harder as he thought of her sitting in her bathrobe near the small tree she had emailed him a picture of, hearing the sound of a key in the lock, and suddenly seeing him walk through the door, grinning as wide as a battle tank breaching the hole in the enemy front line.
He grinned lustfully as his sex starved mind turned to making love to his wife again, seeing in his mind’s eye her full firm breasts, so plump and sensitive! WOW, he had loved touching her nipples, feeling her chest rise in response to his teasings, hearing her moan as his mouth found her hardening dark nubbins. Her breasts, so incredibly round and high and in-love with his touches and his mouth and his caresses, were there at home, waiting for his hands, his mouth, his gentle loving fondling. He could almost feel his cock sinking slowly, lovingly into her unused little pussy when he opened her robe, opened her body to him, after he had kissed and suckled and tongued her cleft. Yes, he was so hard, so horny, so ready to make love all night and all Christmas day.
He was so eager and optimistic about their two weeks of his leave. He wondered if they would even emerge from their little house at all. Just two weeks, but two weeks of not having to work. Just him and his beloved Terry, together, naked, making love over and over!
His cock was harder than first sergeant during inspection.
The damn cab seemed to be crawling through traffic. Every corner seemed to have its own snafu. The pre-Christmas traffic seemed to make the 30 minute trip from the airport take forever. Jim’s cock stayed hard, ever so eager and un-recalcitrant about wanting to have sex the very second he walked through the door. They wouldn’t of course, but not because he didn’t want to. He knew he had to give her a bit of time to see and smell and touch him and get used to being with a man again after the nine months he had been away.
The taxi had driven by a factory that seemed to smell as warm and musky as her sweet pussy did when she was finally filled and satisfied, after their lovings. His cock had almost spurted when he had smelled THAT distinct sexy scent! Yes, he was SO ready to finally be with his woman again.
The sun had set, and the evening was quite dark by the time he was nearing home. Had it not been for the freshly fallen snow, it would have been pitch dark.
As the taxi turned the last corner, he scanned the row of houses, finding theirs, the little yellow house with light brown shutters. The shutters were false, but they had so enthralled Terry when they had been looking for a place for her to live while he was overseas. He smiled at the memory of her excited face as they suddenly had come upon the little house. “It is PERFECT,” she had gushed, her face flushed with her excitement.
The taxi driver leaned back and said, “Just point when we get close son, and I’ll pull over, all right?”
His voice tremulous in his excitement, Jim had simply muttered “Sure!” His eyes were glued on the center of the block where he knew their house was. It was set back a bit, behind the neighbor’s carport, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly he saw it! The lights were on.
WAIT!
There was a man walking up to their front door! Confused and startled, Jim did not point out their house to the taxi driver. Just as they drove past, the front door opened and his wife stood there looking at the man on the front porch. As Jim watched, his beloved wife flung herself into the man’s arms, her legs girdling his hips. She hugged him tightly, their cheeks pressed tightly against each other. They stayed like that the whole time the taxi passed on slowly down the street.
Jim stared, swiveling in his seat as they passed. As the taxi neared the end of the block, he saw his wife take the man’s hand and pull him into their little house. The door shut as the taxi stopped at the stop sign at the next intersection. It was as if when the light from within the house was shut off by the closing of the door, the lights in Jim’s world went out as well.
The taxi driver turned in his seat. His eyes were full of compassion. His experienced eyes watched the handsome uniformed service man as his face transitioned from a controlled mask of confusion, to fear, and then turning to anger.
The taxi driver had seen this before. He knew all he could do was simply wait for the soldier to tell him what was to happen next.
After a long pause, the man in the back seat simply said, “Take me to a god damn bar!”
The taxi stopped about a mile further on. The soldier got out, paid his fare, and after leaning against the wall for a few minutes, entered the tavern.
The taxi driver wished he had not seen what had just happened to a service man on the night before Christmas. It just wasn’t fair. “GOD DAMN IT!” he swore as he drove off.
Jim sat there at the bar, downing shot after shot of mind numbing alcohol. The anger inside him boiled and simmered as he sat there, the image of his wife hugging another man with so much lustful enthusiasm burning into his very core, until he could no longer stand his seething emotional pain.
Jim was ashamed of his unexplainable erection as he thought about his wife being with another man. Why in the HELL would he be hard, thinking about his cheating damn wife fucking another man? Jim had no idea why his cock was betraying him, but he knew what his heart felt, the treachery, the realization that all that she had said was a god damn lie! His anger was a roiling boil as he tried to reconcile why his damn cock was hard while his heart was breaking.
The bar tender had stood close to the soldier, hoping against hope that the soldier would unload his obvious pain before it blew up. Too many times the bar tender had seen a fight erupt when someone was this torn up inside. Fights cost him money. The cost of repairs and the loss of other patrons had a long term lingering effect on the bottom line of his little tavern.
The bar tender was almost ready to tell the soldier that he could not serve him any more alcohol when the soldier suddenly fished a roll of bills out of his pocket, paid his tab, and got up. The bar tenders eyes followed the young man as he walked rather unsteadily to the taxi phone and ordered a cab.
The bar tender breathed a sigh of relief as the young soldier staggered out of the bar.
Once inside the taxi, Jim changed his mind. He had intended to simply find a hotel room and sleep off his drinking, then confront his wife in the morning. But once outside, he had suddenly decided he needed to find out once and for all what his wife was up to! He knew he would not sleep until he knew for sure, until he had actually seen her cheating fucking legs wrapped around her god damn lover as she came and came just like she did with him when they had been together.
Trying to hang onto a last vestige of hope, Jim rationalized that she had at least been a faithful wife in terms of writing to him daily. And she had never hinted that she was even thinking about cheating on him.
‘But then what wife would?’ Jim thought. After all, he had known when he married her that she was a rounder. He cursed under his breath at his fucking hard on. It seemed to demand his attention when all he wanted to do was slam his battle hardened fist into the face of the asshole that was fucking his wife right at this very moment.
The cab pulled up in front of the little yellow house. Jim paid his fare before he opened the cab door. He then silently closed the cab door, and walked noiselessly to the front door, his key in his shaking angry hand, all the while watching for any movement in the darkened house.
Jim’s war trained ears were probing for the sounds of his wife’s cumming as he stealthily opened the door, his prick still hard, his heart breaking, and his mind so full of anger he could not even begin to think rationally.
His battle-tested training from nine months of searching Iraqi houses door to door guided Jim’s alcohol fogged brain. His every sense was on high alert. He opened the door to his home a millimeter at a time, allowing it to slowly, at a snails pace, swing open on its hinges.
Like a shadow in the elusive Valley of the Moon, Jim moved into the entry of the small yellow house where his cheating wife was fucking a strange man. Slowly he closed the door behind him, his mind analyzing every sound. He could hear nothing that seemed dangerous.
Turning his head from side to side, he localized the sounds of soft breathing of someone who was sleeping. The rhythmic breathing was coming from the living room.
Moving like a cat on the prowl for the only mouse in the valley, Jim turned, instinctively reaching at the same time for the knife in his ankle sheathe. Withdrawing the knife even as he crept forward, Jim could not stop thinking that his wife and this fucker had been so hot for each other that they could not even make it to the god damn bedroom. They had fucked on the couch and probably still lay wrapped in each other’s arms, asleep after fucking their passions away.
‘Perhaps I should just cut his cock and balls off and let him bleed to death as the slut watches her lover die!’ Once Jim had crept close enough to the couch to see in the dim light, he realized that only one person was asleep there. The person was indeed male, but quite young, Jim guessed around fifteens years old.
‘Maybe they are taking turns with her,’ reasoned Jim. He turned and crept slowly toward the open door of the single bedroom. ‘She has to be in there with her lover. Good place to kill a whore! Right in her own bed with her legs wrapped around his skinny fucking ass!’ Jim grinned malevolently as he pictured his knife stuck into the cheating son-of-a-bitches abdomen after he had slowly cut his nuts off, one at a time, and then removed his cheating prick to throw to the neighbor’s dogs. ‘Wouldn’t that be a sight? The neighbors dogs fighting over a freshly cut cock.’ Jim grinned horribly as he fantasized about two dogs fighting over his wife’s lover’s bloody, severed cock.
Peeking around the corner, Jim realized that it was too dark to know what was in the room. He decided to enter the room and then flip on the light and catch his cheating whore slut wife right in the act of her cunt spread around the man’s prick.
Moving with practiced calm, Jim stepped into the room. He raised his hand to the light switch. He moved his knife-bearing hand forward, ready for whatever might spring from the bed at him.
Every muscle in his body tensed, then relaxed as he prepared for a fight.
His finger flipped the light switch on with a distinct “FLICK!”
Everything happened in a blur after that. But all Jim remembered was the blood curdling scream of terror as his wife looked up at him with eyes the size of a harvest moon, her mouth open, frozen in terror. She was clutching her old worn flannel nighty up around her throat.
There was only her in the bed. The other side of the bed, his side, was not even messed up.
Jim felt cheated. Nobody to vent his rage on. Not fair! He was wound up for a god damn fight!
“OH MY GOD MOTHER OF GOD! OH SHIT OH DEAR GOD DAMN JIMI!” She gasped for breath, trying to regain any kind of control of her terror.
The sudden stench of her fear and the smell of her voided bladder filled his war honed senses.
“What in god’s sake are you doing here baby!!!!!!!!!!!” Reality set in and she leapt from the bed at him, her face suddenly full of joy. She landed in his arms. Jim had the good sense to lower the razor sharp blade in his hand. He caught her with one arm as her legs wrapped around his hips, just exactly the way they had around the man at the door as he had driven by earlier in the evening.
Jim still had questions, although he was beginning to feel a bit foolish for his distrust of his loving wife. He pulled his head back and looked menacingly into her face. “So Terry, who is in on the couch?” His expression was still frozen in a battle-ready war mask.
It was the face of a brave American soldier that no enemy could conquer.
“Who? OH! That’s Timmy, my kid brother! He came tonight and surprised me too! He came because he didn’t want me to be here alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas. He rode the buss up from Webster City honey!” Her face gazed adoringly at the love of her life for long gleeful seconds.
Suddenly she could not stop herself from talking. “God baby, you are here! Am I dreaming? Are you really here? How did you get here? Are you OK? Is something wrong? HONEY! Talk to me! Tell me what is happening! How long do I have you for? Do you have to go back baby? What time is it? Do you want something to eat? Can I get you a beer honey? I have been saving your Pale Ale for you, want one of those?” She ran out of words and devoured his mouth with her hunger.
Jim dropped his knife and began to kiss his wife back with nine months of loneliness spurring his need.
There were no further words between them, just passionate kisses and tearing off of jackets and flannel night gowns and shirts and trousers and boots, and heavy breathing.. Her deep guttural moan as he sank into her was enough to trigger Jim’s orgasm. She giggled delightedly as she realized that he had already cum inside her without even having bottomed out.
She moved her mouth to his ear and lovingly whispered “God baby, that was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten in my whole life. Stay inside me till you get hard again, and then fuck me for seven days nonstop baby! God I have missed you honey! How come your thigh is bandaged up? Did you get hurt? Can I look at it tomorrow after you can’t get hard any more, after you have made love to me at least twenty times honey?” She giggled as his cock throbbed inside her.
And Terry meant every word she said.
Jim grinned himself when he realized that even though he had cum, his cock was still hard as steel. ‘God does this little woman turn me on!’ he thought as he again began to move slowly and gently in and out of his beloved wife’s sweet welcoming body.
About noon the next day, Terry leaned up on her elbow, her hand hopefully caressing her husband’s soft ball sack, her thumb slowly massaging the base of his finally flaccid and satisfied penis, and asked her beloved man, “Baby, I noticed last night when you came into the room, just before I screamed, that you had a huge bulge in your britches. But you thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you? Its OK if you did honey, but I really do need to know your answer.”
Miserably, Jim nodded his head. “I am so sorry to have doubted you baby. I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” His face was flushed with humiliation.
“Hey honey, forget that, it is over and done with. But my question is, when you thought that I MIGHT be cheating on you, it turned you on, didn’t it? Just a little bit?”
Jim could hear the hope in her voice.
Jim had always taken pride in thinking of himself as a totally self-honest person. Still, he paused, lost in thought for a minute. He remembered his erection, how he had had it on the way over on the plane, how he had still had it after he had watched Timmy get her welcoming gleeful hug. How he had stayed annoyingly erect even as he was getting snockered at the bar. His cock HAD been hard as he snuck into his own house, expecting to find her in the arms of her lover. And yes, he had to admit to himself, he WAS slightly disappointed to find her alone.
She kissed his forehead and murmured, “It’s OK baby. I understand. I have never cheated on you, nor will I ever unless you tell me you want me to. I guess then it wouldn’t be cheating. But unless you give me your permission, I never would. You know how much I like to fuck, and it HAS been hard baby. But every time I started getting tempted, I thought about how it would hurt you baby, and then it was easy to not go out on you. OK? I love you more than just words can say baby.”
Jim’s cock began to engorge again as he allowed a picture of his wife in the arms of another man to fill his mind, the man’s cock buried deep inside her as she eagerly sucked her husband’s cock, even as her husband watched his sweet wife getting close to cumming, as he watched her crest, her orgasm causing her to scream in delight as the other man’s cock in her pussy shots its cream deep into her belly.
“Oh god baby,” she giggled, “look your gorgeous cock is getting hard while you think about me fucking another man, isn’t it! Oh GOD baby, this is so exciting! You do want to watch me get laid by a stranger, don’t you?”
The images in Jim’s head were swirling, mixed in desire and dread. His cock was undeniably hard though.
His wife pushed him over on his back and mounted him. “What is your best buddies name in your unit baby? What is his name?”
“Sammy.” Jim felt his prick spasm as she slid down on him, his mind caught by the image of his buddy Sammy impaling his wife.
Terry began to moan. “Sammy, fuck me, fuck me deep and cum inside your best buddy’s wife.” Her hands went to her plump breasts, her fingers pulling, tugging on her nipples. Jim could feel her wetness beginning to flow deep inside her as she rocked back and forth on his rigid prick. “Oh god Sammy, your cock feels so good baby! Yes, fuck this little white married wife’s horny pussy and make your best buddy’s wife cum all over your gorgeous stiff cock baby!”
Jim’s wife’s face was a mask of need now. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, her verdant scent of arousal again cascaded over him.
“Oh god Sammy, your cock is so perfect, so nice, so wonderfully hard! Deep inside my cunt, fucking me, fuckinggggggggggggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”
Right there in front of her husband’s astonished eyes, Jim’s wife had her first orgasm since their marriage in which she was thinking of fucking another man’s cock, not her husband’s.
Jim’s cock lurched, spewing his jewels deep inside his playful beloved wife’s cheating, spasming little cunt.
[We want to tell all of the brave and dedicated American Soldiers around the world how much we here at home appreciate your willingness to protect freedom from the idiots that inhabit the darker corners of the world. This story is written to assure you that we are waiting patiently for you to come home. To come home and fuck your sweet wife’s needy pussy! YOU!
Grin,
Deni and Linda and Lieza. ]
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - five
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Paula had just finished drying her little body with a huge fuzzy bath towel when her beloved husband, Edward, appeared at the door to their master bathroom. “Honey?” he asked, his eyes on the floor, not daring to look directly at her perfect delectable nakedness. The smell of her hair and the soap of the bath lingered in the air.
She knew by the tone of his subdued voice that he was going to ask about his little penis enchantment. “Yeah babe?” Her mouth tried had not to smirk.
“Uhmmm, ahhhh, well, . . . . . why did you put this thing on me?”
“What thing baby?”
“You know, this thing on my dick.” He hated having to be so obvious. It was like it made her more powerful than him. It was bad enough having his penis all caged up and unavailable to his touches. But to have it numb, and totally unresponsive, brought real fear to his heart. God, what if he was never to have another erection? Never cum again? He shuddered at the horrifying thought.
“It just signifies that you have not yet been accepting of the eldership of the church honey.”
His face assumed the look of a confused and frustrated man. “And, . . . . . . why can’t I feel my . . . . . . my unit?”
“Why do you need to feel your darling little penis honey?” She looked at his harnessed package out of the corner of her eye. She smiled slyly. “With your adorable little safeguard in place, isn’t it better to just be numb there? You are so cute all confined like that honey! Think of it as a pretty piece of jewelry.”
Edward had not thought of it that way. “Well, I guess . . . . OK then.” He stood just outside the bathroom, fidgeting, his mouth askew as he tried to figure out how to rid himself of the bonds on his manhood. Finally he asked hopefully “Would you like me to go to church with you next time?”
Paula’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She twirled, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him to her naked breasts. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she breathed huskily into his ear, “You’d better believe it honey!” Her naked hips were pressed tightly to his, and Edward could feel the heat from her little cleft radiating onto his groin. She rocked her hips a few times against his cage. She giggled and kissed his ear.
“That is so sexy!” Finally she went back to doing her makeup, humming a song. Her melodious voice melted Edward’s heart.
Edward’s gloomy face brightened. “When is the next service honey? Sunday?” he asked excitedly. He could sense the possibility of a great night of sex coming on!
“Well, baby, we should leave at six-ten.” She looked at her watch. “That’s just two hours away.”
Edward was shocked! “Tonight? You are going to church again tonight honey?”
“Of course baby, last night was just a mixing social. Tonight is a Breeding.” She winkled her eyebrows in anticipation.
Edward was immediately suspicious of a term that sounded so premeditated. “Breeding!? What do you mean, breeding?”
“Yes, a Breeding, sweetheart. Capital ‘B’. Teresa, one of my sister believers, wants to have a child, so Pastor Syh and the elders are going to consecrate her tonight.”
His mouth was curled in disgust. “What’s involved in that? In a breeding?” He had disgusting pictures in his head of a woman being mounted by an animal.
“You will see baby, just wait. You will like it. Believe me, it is very interesting, and incredibly exciting. Makes me so hot! Look how wet I am just thinking about it.” She inserted her finger into herself, then withdrew it, moving it to her husband’s mouth. Uncertain, and totally cowed, Edward sampled his wife’s finger. He could smell her arousal as he licked the tip. She had never ever done such a thing before.
Edward had never thought of religion, let alone church, as something that would be called exciting, or that would make his inhibited little wife “hot”. BUT!!!!! If she was hot, there would be sex tonight! He was, again, instantly, totally in favor of whatever might happen to cause that. He lovingly recalled her words “Makes me HOT!” YES! He wished he had taken her whole finger into his mouth when he had the chance.
“I am going to meditate for about an hour honey. So please be ready to go right on-time. It is always of utmost importance that we show the other members of the church the respect of being on-time. OK?”
Edward figured that if it meant getting some nookie, he could be on time for sure!
Reverently, Paula reached into the cabinet beside the bathroom sink, and withdrew the huge, to-real-scale reproduction of Pastor Syh from its enshrinement. Edward watched his wife as, cradling the phallus under her pert breasts, she padded to their bed, lay down, and spread her sexy thighs almost perpendicular to her body. Watching the head of the huge implement, she slowly, reverently, worked the thick glans into her wetness. She squealed loudly when its dark head finally popped inside her.
When she had about five inches of the phallus within her, she turned over to kneel on the bed with the sacred phallus under her. Edward watched his wife as she then drove it slowly home, settling ecstatically onto it, a deep animalistic groan of fulfillment escaping her parted lips as it bottomed against her cervix.
Paula, eyes closed, her mouth formed in perfect ‘O’, was full frontal to Edward as she began to rise and settle back onto the likeness of her pastor. Her face glowed with delight as she felt her body again expanding and pleasuring her pastor’s likeness, her body tightly caressing the object of her obsession.
Paula looked up at her husband as she continued to work her body around the sacred artifact.
Eyes half closed in bliss, breathing deeply, her wetness now coating the shaft with copious thick white lubricant of her rampant arousal, she exhale huskily “Honey, . . . . . . the religion of the church is based on the knowledge gleaned when the ancient Greek city of Sybaris was destroyed around 510 BC. The survivors of that battle followed their leader to a nearby island, the now famous island of Lesbos. There they continued to develop the knowledge and value system of their increasingly wealthy civilization, doing scientific experiments that resulted in many seemingly magical potions. The peoples of the Island believed them to be magical at that time, but now, today, we know that they are nothing more than powerful medicines. The liquid I put on your penis and testicles was one such potion.”
Her eyes were closed now, her face showing the signs of the exquisite pleasuring she was receiving from the realistic dildo that she was enjoying.
“The core belief of the church is that sex was created by God, Jhwa, and is God’s greatest gift to us. We believe that to not enjoy sex and its possibilities is a sin.” Her voice began to quaver in her growing need. Edward could, even from where he stood, smell her arousal. The luxurious scent of her excitement filled their bedroom.
After a moment, she again collected her thoughts and continued. “The Sybianites were the first gentilic city that fully assimilated the religion originally preached by Jesus the Christ and his disciples. Then later, we broke with the Christian church when King Constantine, during the first Council at Nicaea, decided for political reasons to use sex to gain control over people through the Catholic religion. Since then we have been the only branch of the early Christians to continue to uphold sex as the great combiner, the unblemished touch . . . . . of . . . . . Goddddddddd.” The last few syllables were spoken in a low moan as her body acceded to the pleasures of her meditation. She began to buck as the Pastor’s penis again catapulted her over the prurient edges of delirium.
Edward, having watched his wife again using the likeness of her pastor, cumming again for what seemed the hundredth time on its hugeness, could not but help feelinga little intimidated. In the inner recesses of his mind he knew that size did matter. But Edward took great pains to reassure himself that a penis is just a penis, and reminded himself that any penis, even a penis his size, can pleasure a woman. With great effort, he refused to listen to the little voice screaming “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
Paula wore the same satiny robe that she had been wearing when he had discovered her camming with her pastor the morning before. Its sash tied just below her breasts, displaying perfectly the cleavage that so enticed Edward’s libido. Her scant covering was split open from the bottom to abdomen. The sash that tied just under her breasts was all that kept her robe from opening fully, displaying her body in all of its naked splendor. He could easily see her pussy lips as she stood there looking at him with a bemused smile. He leaned over and kissed her soft lips. She returned his kiss with passion, her hand fondling his imprisonment. Reluctantly, they parted.
While driving to the church, Edward tried to put his hand on her bare thigh. She repulsed his hand with a somewhat disgusted warning glare. Even with that rebuff, Edward could not keep his eyes from straying repeatedly to her fully visible crotch, and that delectable cleavage that so personified a seductive female. Edward could smell the heady scent of her already wet little cunnie, her perfume, her shampoo. His crotch felt as if it were full of pressure.
Finally they arrived at the Church of Great Joy.
Just before they went into the church, Paula stopped Edward, looking him straight in the eye. She pulled his face around to assure his strict attention. She held his cheeks with her hands as her eyes bored into his. “Honey, PLEASE do not embarrassed me tonight, OK? Just go with the flow. Watch and learn. Just do whatever you’re asked to do. All right? Promise me?”
Edward had solemnly promised her to be on his best behavior.
Together, they walked through the tall arched, carved wooden front doors into a well cared for, incredibly fragrant indoor rose garden. Edward was mesmerized by the size of the rose buds, the perfection of the roses, and the exceptional fragrances his nose detected. Far better than his own modest garden.
Paula, after inhaling deeply the fragrance of a black rose, moved on. The exquisite roses riveted Edward. When Edward finally looked up, Paula was being greeted with kisses on both cheeks by a number of women that were greeting all the arriving worshipers. As Edward shyly watched them greeting each other, he realized that not only were they kissing each other’s cheeks, but their hands were also softly rubbing each other’s kitties through the opening in the front of their robes. Paula seemed to spread her thighs in eager anticipation of each person caressing her there. Edward could also see that Paula was returning the carnal caresses of the other women! His wife was a lesbian now?!!
Then, a short distance further, where the men had congregated, Edward watched Paula deftly extract the various men’s penises from under the men’s robes, caressing them slowly, stroking them gently as they exchanged caring kisses. These kisses were on her upturned lips. The men’s hands routinely toyed with her pubic mound as they exchanged pleasantries with each other. Edward could see her little soft cleft being gently massaged and manilulated. Several times the men pulled her robe aside and reverently kiss her eagerly proffered nipples.
Edward watched his beloved Paula offer no resistance what-so-ever to their fresh advances. Paula certainly had not offered any resistance to any of the men’s advances, nor seemed in a hurry to move on when they caressed her. Indeed, Edward distinctly saw her once take a man’s hand and press it against her , her fingers pushing his middle finger into her opening. She stood there patiently, even eagerly, as the man leisurely explored the inner surfaces of her womanly sheath. His dark fingers toyed with her for several minutes. Edward noticed that the man then seemed to hover beside his wife as she moved to other people that she greeted with respect and open fondling.
Edward noticed that no one attempted to fondle his bound crotch, even though both men and women shook his hand and seemed pleased that he was there. When they discovered that he was Paula’s husband, they would smile broadly at him, and thank him for his support of her burgeoning newfound faith. Every man there also added that she was indeed a wonderful woman, and that they envied him his place in her heart of hearts.
Eventually Edward made his way through the friendly crowds to his wife’s side. As he stood there beside her, he watched a handsome, very dark man insert his hand into her robe, caressing her in the most obvious way. Paula pulled the sides of her robe back, thrusting her hips lewdly forward, exposing her pussy to all as he manipulated her pussy lips. Soon he inserted his middle finger into her. Edward was so close to his wife now that he could see her rampant wetness coat the man’s finger as it moved luxuriously in and out of her thrust forward vagina. His wife was moaning in her arousal.
Another man moved behind her. He reached around her shoulders and opened her robe, exposing her chest to all present. Two men reached to her breasts and began to caress her. Paula’s eyes closed, her mouth again a perfect ‘O’ of her arousal. Edward suspected that in a few moments, his wife would explode into orgasm if they continued to stimulate her. The rest of the congregation, other than those involved in the scene, seemed not to be interested in what the men were doing to his wife.
Edward tried to get her attention, but Paula was engrossed in her pleasures. Finally Edward decided that she did not want his interference. His heart was being torn into pieces by her continuous acceptance of everyone’s intimate fondling. Yet despite his emotional pain, he could feel distinct pressure in his groin. It was the first real physical sensation there in over a day.
Just before Paula exploded, the men released her, allowing her robe to swing closed. Paula stood there, dazed and vulnerable for several minutes. Finally she turned toward Edward. In a husky sexy tone, she told Edward that she wanted to introduce him to a Deaconess. The Deaconess would help him with his religious instruction for this evening. Her eyes searched the Narthex for someone.
Her face lit up when she saw the person she was searching for. Paula took Edward’s hand and led him toward a tall well built friendly appearing chocolate skinned woman. Edward could not help but admire the perfect complexion, and the vibrance of the aristocratic lady.
Paula introduced Edward to Deaconess Elja After some pleasantries, Paula told him to go with the Deaconess and to do as she asked of him. Elja firmly took his hand and led him through the gathering crowd to a room where many other men were standing, each facing the perimeter walls of the room.
None of them had any trousers on.
Each had a small television set at eyelevel in front of him. They all stared into the television set as if mesmerized. Edward wondered what could be so engrossing as to capture so many men’s attention. Many of them were moaning, some even seeming to hump the wall in front of them. Edward could make no sense of it. As he watched them, he realized that they, like he, were all Caucasians.
Without asking for permission, the Deaconess unceremoniously unbuckled Edwards belt, unzipped him, then removed his trousers and underwear. Mortified, Edward could do nothing besides watch her dark skinned hands remove the last vestiges of his dignity. Soon he was standing there, his cock in its little confinement, her hands moving over his numbness. She grunted in satisfaction, then led him to a vacant portion of the perimeter wall. She guided his penis, with the sheath still intact, into a hole in the wall. She tapped a few buttons on the wall beside him, and the TV in front of him suddenly came to life, showing his beloved Paula as she was conversing with, fondling, and being fondled by the other church goers. Edward immediately felt his penis begin to swell. He could feel his cock ballooning. Then something seemed to wrap itself around his shaft and begin to suckle him.
HE COULD FEEL HIS COCK AGAIN! Edward was so overjoyed by that realization that he simply surrendered to the exotic erotic sensation that were coursing up and down the shaft of his penis.
It took Edward a few moments to realize that every time his eyes focused on something, the TV would zoom in to that very thing he was looking at. He literally had control of whatever was capturing the TV image. He tried to see his wife’s sweet little kitty up close, and immediately the TV picture changed in full color to a full frontal shot of her cunt, again being fingered by a very dark, very large thick fingered hand. Her legs were spread and she was offering no resistance to the hand’s stimulation of her intimate parts.
Edward looked to both sides of her pussy and saw that her hand was stroking a black cock. Suddenly her mouth appeared and inhaled the head of the black penis.
Deaconess Elja chuckle, then walked away after explaining that she would be back for him after services were over.
After a day and a half of numbness and confinement, the sensations on his white, pulsing prick seemed magnified out of all proportion. He tried to look down at where his penis was being pleasured, but could not withdraw it from the opening in the wall. It was firmly trapped inside whatever was inside the wall.
Who ever, or whatever, was sucking his cock was highly experienced! It was incredible! Better than any feeling he had ever had before, for sure!
Suddenly his wife bent over and kissed the head of another man’s black cock. As she did so, Edward could see her little pussy lips peaking out from under the back hem of her satiny robe. As he stared, a hand reached under her hem, and began to fondle her little kitty from behind. A dark finger inserted itself into her, moving in and out of her growing wetness as she reverently kissed the cock in her hands.
Edward was so engrossed in watching her lewd display that the TV zoomed in super tight on her cunt. He could see the hairs on the hand that was finger fucking her vaginal opening. Suddenly he could hear her voice, and the other voices around her. He watched her cute little mouth open and take the black cock into her mouth, sucking on the glans as her tongue circled the tip. At length, she stood back up, smiling seductively at the man she had been suckling.
Holding their coal black pricks in her white hands, she led them to a pew in the sanctuary. They all sat down, her hands still full of their manly erections.
Edward’s mind was reeling. He found his mind warring, almost subconsciously, trying to correlate his own preconceptions of religion with what was happening right in front of him. He found it impossible. He began to feel a little dizzy with the incomprehensible actions of his wife, the other people, and how nonchalantly they all treated sexual matters. And most of all he tried to decipher what was happening to his own cock.
Ashamed and embarrassed, Edward felt his own orgasm rising. He fought it as long as he could, but finally he surrendered to it. He began to cum, and cum, and cum, and after a few moments of utter ecstasy, he vaguely realized that his orgasm was not diminishing, but instead continuing on unabated. This orgasm seemed inexhaustible, like a slut wife at a gang bang. Even as he watched his wife move on into the sanctuary of the church, taking a seat between the two handsome black men, his cock jerked and quivered, still spewing whatever his testicles could supply.
His eyes watched through half closed lids as his wife’s hand stroked both the men under their robes. After a few seconds, she retrieved their black penises from their coverings, then regally sat their idly stroking their black shafts, proud of her grasp on her suitors. Edward could not escape feeling the pain of betrayal in his heart, but he could force himself to feel too badly about what was happening while he was cumming so incredibly long and hard.
The men sitting on both sides of his wife reached down and, together, tugged her legs up and draped them over their knees. They then pulled her robe up around her waist and began to caress and finger her exposure. Both put their arms around Edward’s wife, their dark hands sliding under the top of her robe, caressing her alabaster breasts, lightly pulling at her stiff ruby red nipples.
The look on his wife’s face made Edward wonder if he could ever make her feel the way she was feeling right then.
Watching the two black men take such liberties with his wife made Edward pass into a whole new level of guilty orgasm. He had been cumming now for almost three minutes, and his pleasures seemed to not be diminishing in any way. Indeed, his cumming seemed to be growing. He could feel his body pulsing with each spasm of sperm that his cock was shooting into the hole in the wall.
‘So THIS is what women can experience by multiple orgasms!’ thought Edward as his body wracked, humping time and time again into the wall.
His eyes glued on his wife’s body, he watched in orgasmic dismay as she began to cum in long wailing wrenches of pleasure. Everyone around her immediately stood, moved to her, and began to caress and massage her body. Her orgasm lasted for eons, and when she finally passed out, Edward also collapsed, held in place by his penis and scrotum, trapped in the wall, he hung there, his scrotum slowly stretching under the weight of his unconscious body.
TBC
Paula had just finished drying her little body with a huge fuzzy bath towel when her beloved husband, Edward, appeared at the door to their master bathroom. “Honey?” he asked, his eyes on the floor, not daring to look directly at her perfect delectable nakedness. The smell of her hair and the soap of the bath lingered in the air.
She knew by the tone of his subdued voice that he was going to ask about his little penis enchantment. “Yeah babe?” Her mouth tried had not to smirk.
“Uhmmm, ahhhh, well, . . . . . why did you put this thing on me?”
“What thing baby?”
“You know, this thing on my dick.” He hated having to be so obvious. It was like it made her more powerful than him. It was bad enough having his penis all caged up and unavailable to his touches. But to have it numb, and totally unresponsive, brought real fear to his heart. God, what if he was never to have another erection? Never cum again? He shuddered at the horrifying thought.
“It just signifies that you have not yet been accepting of the eldership of the church honey.”
His face assumed the look of a confused and frustrated man. “And, . . . . . . why can’t I feel my . . . . . . my unit?”
“Why do you need to feel your darling little penis honey?” She looked at his harnessed package out of the corner of her eye. She smiled slyly. “With your adorable little safeguard in place, isn’t it better to just be numb there? You are so cute all confined like that honey! Think of it as a pretty piece of jewelry.”
Edward had not thought of it that way. “Well, I guess . . . . OK then.” He stood just outside the bathroom, fidgeting, his mouth askew as he tried to figure out how to rid himself of the bonds on his manhood. Finally he asked hopefully “Would you like me to go to church with you next time?”
Paula’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She twirled, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him to her naked breasts. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she breathed huskily into his ear, “You’d better believe it honey!” Her naked hips were pressed tightly to his, and Edward could feel the heat from her little cleft radiating onto his groin. She rocked her hips a few times against his cage. She giggled and kissed his ear.
“That is so sexy!” Finally she went back to doing her makeup, humming a song. Her melodious voice melted Edward’s heart.
Edward’s gloomy face brightened. “When is the next service honey? Sunday?” he asked excitedly. He could sense the possibility of a great night of sex coming on!
“Well, baby, we should leave at six-ten.” She looked at her watch. “That’s just two hours away.”
Edward was shocked! “Tonight? You are going to church again tonight honey?”
“Of course baby, last night was just a mixing social. Tonight is a Breeding.” She winkled her eyebrows in anticipation.
Edward was immediately suspicious of a term that sounded so premeditated. “Breeding!? What do you mean, breeding?”
“Yes, a Breeding, sweetheart. Capital ‘B’. Teresa, one of my sister believers, wants to have a child, so Pastor Syh and the elders are going to consecrate her tonight.”
His mouth was curled in disgust. “What’s involved in that? In a breeding?” He had disgusting pictures in his head of a woman being mounted by an animal.
“You will see baby, just wait. You will like it. Believe me, it is very interesting, and incredibly exciting. Makes me so hot! Look how wet I am just thinking about it.” She inserted her finger into herself, then withdrew it, moving it to her husband’s mouth. Uncertain, and totally cowed, Edward sampled his wife’s finger. He could smell her arousal as he licked the tip. She had never ever done such a thing before.
Edward had never thought of religion, let alone church, as something that would be called exciting, or that would make his inhibited little wife “hot”. BUT!!!!! If she was hot, there would be sex tonight! He was, again, instantly, totally in favor of whatever might happen to cause that. He lovingly recalled her words “Makes me HOT!” YES! He wished he had taken her whole finger into his mouth when he had the chance.
“I am going to meditate for about an hour honey. So please be ready to go right on-time. It is always of utmost importance that we show the other members of the church the respect of being on-time. OK?”
Edward figured that if it meant getting some nookie, he could be on time for sure!
Reverently, Paula reached into the cabinet beside the bathroom sink, and withdrew the huge, to-real-scale reproduction of Pastor Syh from its enshrinement. Edward watched his wife as, cradling the phallus under her pert breasts, she padded to their bed, lay down, and spread her sexy thighs almost perpendicular to her body. Watching the head of the huge implement, she slowly, reverently, worked the thick glans into her wetness. She squealed loudly when its dark head finally popped inside her.
When she had about five inches of the phallus within her, she turned over to kneel on the bed with the sacred phallus under her. Edward watched his wife as she then drove it slowly home, settling ecstatically onto it, a deep animalistic groan of fulfillment escaping her parted lips as it bottomed against her cervix.
Paula, eyes closed, her mouth formed in perfect ‘O’, was full frontal to Edward as she began to rise and settle back onto the likeness of her pastor. Her face glowed with delight as she felt her body again expanding and pleasuring her pastor’s likeness, her body tightly caressing the object of her obsession.
Paula looked up at her husband as she continued to work her body around the sacred artifact.
Eyes half closed in bliss, breathing deeply, her wetness now coating the shaft with copious thick white lubricant of her rampant arousal, she exhale huskily “Honey, . . . . . . the religion of the church is based on the knowledge gleaned when the ancient Greek city of Sybaris was destroyed around 510 BC. The survivors of that battle followed their leader to a nearby island, the now famous island of Lesbos. There they continued to develop the knowledge and value system of their increasingly wealthy civilization, doing scientific experiments that resulted in many seemingly magical potions. The peoples of the Island believed them to be magical at that time, but now, today, we know that they are nothing more than powerful medicines. The liquid I put on your penis and testicles was one such potion.”
Her eyes were closed now, her face showing the signs of the exquisite pleasuring she was receiving from the realistic dildo that she was enjoying.
“The core belief of the church is that sex was created by God, Jhwa, and is God’s greatest gift to us. We believe that to not enjoy sex and its possibilities is a sin.” Her voice began to quaver in her growing need. Edward could, even from where he stood, smell her arousal. The luxurious scent of her excitement filled their bedroom.
After a moment, she again collected her thoughts and continued. “The Sybianites were the first gentilic city that fully assimilated the religion originally preached by Jesus the Christ and his disciples. Then later, we broke with the Christian church when King Constantine, during the first Council at Nicaea, decided for political reasons to use sex to gain control over people through the Catholic religion. Since then we have been the only branch of the early Christians to continue to uphold sex as the great combiner, the unblemished touch . . . . . of . . . . . Goddddddddd.” The last few syllables were spoken in a low moan as her body acceded to the pleasures of her meditation. She began to buck as the Pastor’s penis again catapulted her over the prurient edges of delirium.
Edward, having watched his wife again using the likeness of her pastor, cumming again for what seemed the hundredth time on its hugeness, could not but help feelinga little intimidated. In the inner recesses of his mind he knew that size did matter. But Edward took great pains to reassure himself that a penis is just a penis, and reminded himself that any penis, even a penis his size, can pleasure a woman. With great effort, he refused to listen to the little voice screaming “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
Paula wore the same satiny robe that she had been wearing when he had discovered her camming with her pastor the morning before. Its sash tied just below her breasts, displaying perfectly the cleavage that so enticed Edward’s libido. Her scant covering was split open from the bottom to abdomen. The sash that tied just under her breasts was all that kept her robe from opening fully, displaying her body in all of its naked splendor. He could easily see her pussy lips as she stood there looking at him with a bemused smile. He leaned over and kissed her soft lips. She returned his kiss with passion, her hand fondling his imprisonment. Reluctantly, they parted.
While driving to the church, Edward tried to put his hand on her bare thigh. She repulsed his hand with a somewhat disgusted warning glare. Even with that rebuff, Edward could not keep his eyes from straying repeatedly to her fully visible crotch, and that delectable cleavage that so personified a seductive female. Edward could smell the heady scent of her already wet little cunnie, her perfume, her shampoo. His crotch felt as if it were full of pressure.
Finally they arrived at the Church of Great Joy.
Just before they went into the church, Paula stopped Edward, looking him straight in the eye. She pulled his face around to assure his strict attention. She held his cheeks with her hands as her eyes bored into his. “Honey, PLEASE do not embarrassed me tonight, OK? Just go with the flow. Watch and learn. Just do whatever you’re asked to do. All right? Promise me?”
Edward had solemnly promised her to be on his best behavior.
Together, they walked through the tall arched, carved wooden front doors into a well cared for, incredibly fragrant indoor rose garden. Edward was mesmerized by the size of the rose buds, the perfection of the roses, and the exceptional fragrances his nose detected. Far better than his own modest garden.
Paula, after inhaling deeply the fragrance of a black rose, moved on. The exquisite roses riveted Edward. When Edward finally looked up, Paula was being greeted with kisses on both cheeks by a number of women that were greeting all the arriving worshipers. As Edward shyly watched them greeting each other, he realized that not only were they kissing each other’s cheeks, but their hands were also softly rubbing each other’s kitties through the opening in the front of their robes. Paula seemed to spread her thighs in eager anticipation of each person caressing her there. Edward could also see that Paula was returning the carnal caresses of the other women! His wife was a lesbian now?!!
Then, a short distance further, where the men had congregated, Edward watched Paula deftly extract the various men’s penises from under the men’s robes, caressing them slowly, stroking them gently as they exchanged caring kisses. These kisses were on her upturned lips. The men’s hands routinely toyed with her pubic mound as they exchanged pleasantries with each other. Edward could see her little soft cleft being gently massaged and manilulated. Several times the men pulled her robe aside and reverently kiss her eagerly proffered nipples.
Edward watched his beloved Paula offer no resistance what-so-ever to their fresh advances. Paula certainly had not offered any resistance to any of the men’s advances, nor seemed in a hurry to move on when they caressed her. Indeed, Edward distinctly saw her once take a man’s hand and press it against her , her fingers pushing his middle finger into her opening. She stood there patiently, even eagerly, as the man leisurely explored the inner surfaces of her womanly sheath. His dark fingers toyed with her for several minutes. Edward noticed that the man then seemed to hover beside his wife as she moved to other people that she greeted with respect and open fondling.
Edward noticed that no one attempted to fondle his bound crotch, even though both men and women shook his hand and seemed pleased that he was there. When they discovered that he was Paula’s husband, they would smile broadly at him, and thank him for his support of her burgeoning newfound faith. Every man there also added that she was indeed a wonderful woman, and that they envied him his place in her heart of hearts.
Eventually Edward made his way through the friendly crowds to his wife’s side. As he stood there beside her, he watched a handsome, very dark man insert his hand into her robe, caressing her in the most obvious way. Paula pulled the sides of her robe back, thrusting her hips lewdly forward, exposing her pussy to all as he manipulated her pussy lips. Soon he inserted his middle finger into her. Edward was so close to his wife now that he could see her rampant wetness coat the man’s finger as it moved luxuriously in and out of her thrust forward vagina. His wife was moaning in her arousal.
Another man moved behind her. He reached around her shoulders and opened her robe, exposing her chest to all present. Two men reached to her breasts and began to caress her. Paula’s eyes closed, her mouth again a perfect ‘O’ of her arousal. Edward suspected that in a few moments, his wife would explode into orgasm if they continued to stimulate her. The rest of the congregation, other than those involved in the scene, seemed not to be interested in what the men were doing to his wife.
Edward tried to get her attention, but Paula was engrossed in her pleasures. Finally Edward decided that she did not want his interference. His heart was being torn into pieces by her continuous acceptance of everyone’s intimate fondling. Yet despite his emotional pain, he could feel distinct pressure in his groin. It was the first real physical sensation there in over a day.
Just before Paula exploded, the men released her, allowing her robe to swing closed. Paula stood there, dazed and vulnerable for several minutes. Finally she turned toward Edward. In a husky sexy tone, she told Edward that she wanted to introduce him to a Deaconess. The Deaconess would help him with his religious instruction for this evening. Her eyes searched the Narthex for someone.
Her face lit up when she saw the person she was searching for. Paula took Edward’s hand and led him toward a tall well built friendly appearing chocolate skinned woman. Edward could not help but admire the perfect complexion, and the vibrance of the aristocratic lady.
Paula introduced Edward to Deaconess Elja After some pleasantries, Paula told him to go with the Deaconess and to do as she asked of him. Elja firmly took his hand and led him through the gathering crowd to a room where many other men were standing, each facing the perimeter walls of the room.
None of them had any trousers on.
Each had a small television set at eyelevel in front of him. They all stared into the television set as if mesmerized. Edward wondered what could be so engrossing as to capture so many men’s attention. Many of them were moaning, some even seeming to hump the wall in front of them. Edward could make no sense of it. As he watched them, he realized that they, like he, were all Caucasians.
Without asking for permission, the Deaconess unceremoniously unbuckled Edwards belt, unzipped him, then removed his trousers and underwear. Mortified, Edward could do nothing besides watch her dark skinned hands remove the last vestiges of his dignity. Soon he was standing there, his cock in its little confinement, her hands moving over his numbness. She grunted in satisfaction, then led him to a vacant portion of the perimeter wall. She guided his penis, with the sheath still intact, into a hole in the wall. She tapped a few buttons on the wall beside him, and the TV in front of him suddenly came to life, showing his beloved Paula as she was conversing with, fondling, and being fondled by the other church goers. Edward immediately felt his penis begin to swell. He could feel his cock ballooning. Then something seemed to wrap itself around his shaft and begin to suckle him.
HE COULD FEEL HIS COCK AGAIN! Edward was so overjoyed by that realization that he simply surrendered to the exotic erotic sensation that were coursing up and down the shaft of his penis.
It took Edward a few moments to realize that every time his eyes focused on something, the TV would zoom in to that very thing he was looking at. He literally had control of whatever was capturing the TV image. He tried to see his wife’s sweet little kitty up close, and immediately the TV picture changed in full color to a full frontal shot of her cunt, again being fingered by a very dark, very large thick fingered hand. Her legs were spread and she was offering no resistance to the hand’s stimulation of her intimate parts.
Edward looked to both sides of her pussy and saw that her hand was stroking a black cock. Suddenly her mouth appeared and inhaled the head of the black penis.
Deaconess Elja chuckle, then walked away after explaining that she would be back for him after services were over.
After a day and a half of numbness and confinement, the sensations on his white, pulsing prick seemed magnified out of all proportion. He tried to look down at where his penis was being pleasured, but could not withdraw it from the opening in the wall. It was firmly trapped inside whatever was inside the wall.
Who ever, or whatever, was sucking his cock was highly experienced! It was incredible! Better than any feeling he had ever had before, for sure!
Suddenly his wife bent over and kissed the head of another man’s black cock. As she did so, Edward could see her little pussy lips peaking out from under the back hem of her satiny robe. As he stared, a hand reached under her hem, and began to fondle her little kitty from behind. A dark finger inserted itself into her, moving in and out of her growing wetness as she reverently kissed the cock in her hands.
Edward was so engrossed in watching her lewd display that the TV zoomed in super tight on her cunt. He could see the hairs on the hand that was finger fucking her vaginal opening. Suddenly he could hear her voice, and the other voices around her. He watched her cute little mouth open and take the black cock into her mouth, sucking on the glans as her tongue circled the tip. At length, she stood back up, smiling seductively at the man she had been suckling.
Holding their coal black pricks in her white hands, she led them to a pew in the sanctuary. They all sat down, her hands still full of their manly erections.
Edward’s mind was reeling. He found his mind warring, almost subconsciously, trying to correlate his own preconceptions of religion with what was happening right in front of him. He found it impossible. He began to feel a little dizzy with the incomprehensible actions of his wife, the other people, and how nonchalantly they all treated sexual matters. And most of all he tried to decipher what was happening to his own cock.
Ashamed and embarrassed, Edward felt his own orgasm rising. He fought it as long as he could, but finally he surrendered to it. He began to cum, and cum, and cum, and after a few moments of utter ecstasy, he vaguely realized that his orgasm was not diminishing, but instead continuing on unabated. This orgasm seemed inexhaustible, like a slut wife at a gang bang. Even as he watched his wife move on into the sanctuary of the church, taking a seat between the two handsome black men, his cock jerked and quivered, still spewing whatever his testicles could supply.
His eyes watched through half closed lids as his wife’s hand stroked both the men under their robes. After a few seconds, she retrieved their black penises from their coverings, then regally sat their idly stroking their black shafts, proud of her grasp on her suitors. Edward could not escape feeling the pain of betrayal in his heart, but he could force himself to feel too badly about what was happening while he was cumming so incredibly long and hard.
The men sitting on both sides of his wife reached down and, together, tugged her legs up and draped them over their knees. They then pulled her robe up around her waist and began to caress and finger her exposure. Both put their arms around Edward’s wife, their dark hands sliding under the top of her robe, caressing her alabaster breasts, lightly pulling at her stiff ruby red nipples.
The look on his wife’s face made Edward wonder if he could ever make her feel the way she was feeling right then.
Watching the two black men take such liberties with his wife made Edward pass into a whole new level of guilty orgasm. He had been cumming now for almost three minutes, and his pleasures seemed to not be diminishing in any way. Indeed, his cumming seemed to be growing. He could feel his body pulsing with each spasm of sperm that his cock was shooting into the hole in the wall.
‘So THIS is what women can experience by multiple orgasms!’ thought Edward as his body wracked, humping time and time again into the wall.
His eyes glued on his wife’s body, he watched in orgasmic dismay as she began to cum in long wailing wrenches of pleasure. Everyone around her immediately stood, moved to her, and began to caress and massage her body. Her orgasm lasted for eons, and when she finally passed out, Edward also collapsed, held in place by his penis and scrotum, trapped in the wall, he hung there, his scrotum slowly stretching under the weight of his unconscious body.
TBC
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
WMD
If you were to give me two things, only TWO things, both of which Saddam had, You would NEVER EVER find what I wanted to hide from you.
Those two things are:
1) All the money I need to fund what I want to do. [Saddam had all the oil money he needed to do whatever he wanted to do]
2) The freedom to kill whoever worked on the project. [We all know Saddam killed anyone he wanted to]
Give me those two things, and you will NEVER find what I hide from you!
Those two things are:
1) All the money I need to fund what I want to do. [Saddam had all the oil money he needed to do whatever he wanted to do]
2) The freedom to kill whoever worked on the project. [We all know Saddam killed anyone he wanted to]
Give me those two things, and you will NEVER find what I hide from you!
Monday, December 19, 2005
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - four
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
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.
TBC
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.
TBC
A Wonderful Movie! Go see it!
I watched an incredible movie this weekend! I recommend it to everyone.
“Narnia.” A cinematic masterpiece well worth paying the big screen prices. Both heart warming and poignant, both well presented and enigmatic.
Go see it, see it early enough to be able to discuss it with your kids and friends later that day. Worth the time to correlate the characters in the movie with the central characters of Christian theology.
The movie is too GOOD to get an Academy Award. Just like “Mr. Holland’s Opus.”
“Narnia.” A cinematic masterpiece well worth paying the big screen prices. Both heart warming and poignant, both well presented and enigmatic.
Go see it, see it early enough to be able to discuss it with your kids and friends later that day. Worth the time to correlate the characters in the movie with the central characters of Christian theology.
The movie is too GOOD to get an Academy Award. Just like “Mr. Holland’s Opus.”
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - three
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - three
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
“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 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?
But her words continued to tumble out, and he immediately 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?
“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 did she call them? 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 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 the 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.”
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 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 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 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 is an exact replica of Pastor Syh’s penis.”
TBC
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
“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 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?
But her words continued to tumble out, and he immediately 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?
“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 did she call them? 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 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 the 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.”
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 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 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 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 is an exact replica of Pastor Syh’s penis.”
TBC
European opinion on the Iraq War
This article came out of Europe. Written by Matthias Dapfner, Chief Executive of the huge German publisher Axel Springer AG, posted in Germany's largest daily paper.
History will certify his correctness.
Look at what has been happening in Europe the last couple of weeks. For all practical purposes the Islamic fundamentalists won Spain with only a couple of bombs in public places. Now they are burning Paris and hitting on Holland and Belgium.
Lose the battle, and our grandchildren will be speaking Arabic, IF they survive the "conversion".
EUROPE - THY NAME IS COWARDICE
(A posted commentary written by Mathias Dapfner, CEO, Axel Springer, AG)
A few days ago Henry Broder wrote in the Sunday paper, "Europe –your family name is appeasement." It's a phrase you can't get out of your head because it's so terribly true. Appeasement cost millions of Jews and non-Jews their lives as England and France negotiated and hesitated too long before they noticed that Hitler had to be fought, not bound to paper agreements.
After WW II, appeasement legitimized and stabilized Communism in the Soviet Union, then East Germany, then all the rest of Eastern Europe and for decades, inhuman, suppressive, murderous governments were glorified as an acceptable alternative to democracy.
Appeasement crippled Europe when genocide ran rampant in Kosovo, and even though we had absolute proof of ongoing mass-murder, we Europeans debated and debated and debated, and were still debating when finally the Americans had to come from halfway around the world, into Europe again, and do our work for us.
Rather than protecting democracy in the Middle East, European appeasement, camouflaged by the fuzzy word "equidistance," now allows suicide bombings in Israel by Palestinians.
Appeasement generates a mentality that allows Europe ( and too many Americans as well) to ignore nearly 500,000 victims of Saddam's torture and murder machinery and, motivated by the self-righteousness of the peace-movement, has the gall to issue bad grades to George Bush... even as we see that the loudest critics of the American action in Iraq made illicit billions, no, TENS of billions, in the corrupt U.N. Oil-for-Food program.
And now we are faced with a particularly grotesque form of appeasement. How is Germany reacting to the escalating violence by Islamic fundamentalists in France, Holland and elsewhere? By suggesting that we really should have a "Muslim Holiday" in Germany?!
I wish I were joking, but I am not. A substantial fraction of our (German) Government, and if the polls are to be believed, the German people, actually believe that creating an Official State "Muslim Holiday" will somehow spare us from the wrath of the fanatical Islamists.
One cannot help but recall Britain's Neville Chamberlain waving the laughable treaty signed by Adolph Hitler, and declaring Europe has "Peace in our time".
What else has to happen before the European public and its political leadership get it? There is a crusade underway, an especially perfidious crusade consisting of systematic attacks by fanatic Muslims, focused on civilians, directed against our free, open Western societies, and it is intent upon Western Civilization's utter destruction.
It is a conflict that will most likely last longer than any of the great military conflicts of the last century - it will be conducted by an enemy that cannot be tamed by "tolerance" and "accommodation" but is actually spurred on by such gestures, which have proven to be, and will always be taken by the Islamists for signs of weakness.
Only two recent American Presidents had the courage needed for anti-appeasement: Reagan and Bush.
His American critics may quibble over the details, but we Europeans know the truth. We saw it first hand: Ronald Reagan ended the Cold War, freeing half of the German people from nearly 50 years of terror and virtual slavery. And Bush, supported only by England's Tony Blair, acting on moral conviction, recognized the danger in the Islamic War against democracy. His place in history will have to be evaluated after a number of years have passed.
In the meantime, Europe sits back with charismatic self-confidence in the multicultural corner, instead of defending liberal society's values and being an attractive center of power on the same playing field as America and Great Britain.
On the contrary - we Europeans present ourselves in contrast to those "arrogant Americans" as the World Champions of "tolerance" which even (Germany's Interior Minister) Otto Schily criticizes.
Why? Because we're so moral? I fear it's more because we're so materialistic and so devoid of a moral compass.
For his policies, Bush risks the fall of the dollar, huge amounts of additional national debt, and a massive and persistent burden on the American economy - because unlike almost all of Europe, Bush realizes what is at stake - it's literally everything.
While we criticize the "capitalistic robber barons" of America because they seem too sure of their priorities, we timidly defend our Social Welfare systems. We say, "Stay out of it!" and "It could get expensive!" We'd rather discuss reducing our 35-hour workweek or our dental coverage, or our 4 weeks of paid vacation... or listen to TV pastors preach about the need to "reach out to terrorists. To understand and forgive".
These days, Europe reminds me of an old woman who, with shaking hands, frantically hides her last pieces of jewelry when she notices a robber breaking into a neighbor's house.
Appeasement?
Europe, thy name is Cowardice.
History will certify his correctness.
Look at what has been happening in Europe the last couple of weeks. For all practical purposes the Islamic fundamentalists won Spain with only a couple of bombs in public places. Now they are burning Paris and hitting on Holland and Belgium.
Lose the battle, and our grandchildren will be speaking Arabic, IF they survive the "conversion".
EUROPE - THY NAME IS COWARDICE
(A posted commentary written by Mathias Dapfner, CEO, Axel Springer, AG)
A few days ago Henry Broder wrote in the Sunday paper, "Europe –your family name is appeasement." It's a phrase you can't get out of your head because it's so terribly true. Appeasement cost millions of Jews and non-Jews their lives as England and France negotiated and hesitated too long before they noticed that Hitler had to be fought, not bound to paper agreements.
After WW II, appeasement legitimized and stabilized Communism in the Soviet Union, then East Germany, then all the rest of Eastern Europe and for decades, inhuman, suppressive, murderous governments were glorified as an acceptable alternative to democracy.
Appeasement crippled Europe when genocide ran rampant in Kosovo, and even though we had absolute proof of ongoing mass-murder, we Europeans debated and debated and debated, and were still debating when finally the Americans had to come from halfway around the world, into Europe again, and do our work for us.
Rather than protecting democracy in the Middle East, European appeasement, camouflaged by the fuzzy word "equidistance," now allows suicide bombings in Israel by Palestinians.
Appeasement generates a mentality that allows Europe ( and too many Americans as well) to ignore nearly 500,000 victims of Saddam's torture and murder machinery and, motivated by the self-righteousness of the peace-movement, has the gall to issue bad grades to George Bush... even as we see that the loudest critics of the American action in Iraq made illicit billions, no, TENS of billions, in the corrupt U.N. Oil-for-Food program.
And now we are faced with a particularly grotesque form of appeasement. How is Germany reacting to the escalating violence by Islamic fundamentalists in France, Holland and elsewhere? By suggesting that we really should have a "Muslim Holiday" in Germany?!
I wish I were joking, but I am not. A substantial fraction of our (German) Government, and if the polls are to be believed, the German people, actually believe that creating an Official State "Muslim Holiday" will somehow spare us from the wrath of the fanatical Islamists.
One cannot help but recall Britain's Neville Chamberlain waving the laughable treaty signed by Adolph Hitler, and declaring Europe has "Peace in our time".
What else has to happen before the European public and its political leadership get it? There is a crusade underway, an especially perfidious crusade consisting of systematic attacks by fanatic Muslims, focused on civilians, directed against our free, open Western societies, and it is intent upon Western Civilization's utter destruction.
It is a conflict that will most likely last longer than any of the great military conflicts of the last century - it will be conducted by an enemy that cannot be tamed by "tolerance" and "accommodation" but is actually spurred on by such gestures, which have proven to be, and will always be taken by the Islamists for signs of weakness.
Only two recent American Presidents had the courage needed for anti-appeasement: Reagan and Bush.
His American critics may quibble over the details, but we Europeans know the truth. We saw it first hand: Ronald Reagan ended the Cold War, freeing half of the German people from nearly 50 years of terror and virtual slavery. And Bush, supported only by England's Tony Blair, acting on moral conviction, recognized the danger in the Islamic War against democracy. His place in history will have to be evaluated after a number of years have passed.
In the meantime, Europe sits back with charismatic self-confidence in the multicultural corner, instead of defending liberal society's values and being an attractive center of power on the same playing field as America and Great Britain.
On the contrary - we Europeans present ourselves in contrast to those "arrogant Americans" as the World Champions of "tolerance" which even (Germany's Interior Minister) Otto Schily criticizes.
Why? Because we're so moral? I fear it's more because we're so materialistic and so devoid of a moral compass.
For his policies, Bush risks the fall of the dollar, huge amounts of additional national debt, and a massive and persistent burden on the American economy - because unlike almost all of Europe, Bush realizes what is at stake - it's literally everything.
While we criticize the "capitalistic robber barons" of America because they seem too sure of their priorities, we timidly defend our Social Welfare systems. We say, "Stay out of it!" and "It could get expensive!" We'd rather discuss reducing our 35-hour workweek or our dental coverage, or our 4 weeks of paid vacation... or listen to TV pastors preach about the need to "reach out to terrorists. To understand and forgive".
These days, Europe reminds me of an old woman who, with shaking hands, frantically hides her last pieces of jewelry when she notices a robber breaking into a neighbor's house.
Appeasement?
Europe, thy name is Cowardice.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - two
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - two
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Edward’s eyes were locked on his wife’s body, delicately yet firmly ensconced around the implement she had been holding in her hand. It had seemed to be a male organ, complete with the impressions of pubic hair and veins and all the other eccentricities of a penis and set of testicles. The fat sacked testicles were still peaking out at him from under her tawny, neatly trimmed delicate curls.
But the size of it led him to believe it was some manufactured sexual aid designed and created for satire so often read about in sexual stories. No man could have a package that huge!’ he thought as his eyes stared in brash yet respectful curiosity.
But! His darling little wife had that huge thing inside her! Edward was overcome with amazement. ‘Good Lord! How did she get that monster inside her tiny body? She must have stretched her body beyond any ability to return to her previous shape and size!’ About then his sexually over-stimulated brain realized that the shaft of the implement was nearly the size of a baby’s head!
“HONEY! What did I just say?” Her tone was impatient.
“Huh?” He suddenly realized that not only had he not heard what she said, but he had an unexpected rampant erection tenting his trousers.
“Honey, what did I just say?”
“You asked me what you just said!”
Exasperated, she stared at her husband with growing hostility. She had to find a way to not violate her newfound beliefs, and at the same time teach her husband about all the things she had been learning. He was, after all, a key part of what was to transpire for the next several decades. In order to think about her religion, and to teach it, she knew she had to have her meditation tool inside her.
Gently holding the comforting, fat little testicles tightly to her sacred kitty, she stood, her satiny worship robe falling down from around her hips all the way to her knees. She padded off toward her study, one hand holding her worship aid inside her.
“Hey! Where you going baby?” Edward jumped up off the couch and followed her, his cock cruelly bent at a right angle inside his underwear. As he followed her hastily, he tried to straighten his penis out.
In his hurry, he ran into her when she suddenly stopped in front of the hallway cabinet. Irritated, she again frowned as she retrieved a small vial. Looking up at his eager face, she forced a smile, took his bulge in her hand, and led him forcefully toward the master bath.
Once there she unbuckled his belt, flirtingly smiling at him. Edward was certain he was about to get lucky! God knows his cock was ready to release his pent up sexual energy! About time too! He had not gotten any since she came back from her mission trip a week before!
Again she smiled at him as she lowered his underwear, exposing his already glistening erection. Her soft hand caressed him for a few moments, first his shaft and glans, and then his testicles. She removed the stopper to the vial, then sprinkled a few drops of it onto her soft palm, and began to massage his eager genitals.
Edward thought he had just died, and gone to heaven. His wife willingly playing with his cock, at midday no less! This had never happened to them before.
His eyes lovingly watched her hands stroking and massaging his rock-hard cock and tight skinned balls. “Oh god yes baby! Yes, never stop doing that! I love you baby! OHHHHH GOOOOD Honey, that is so . . . . . So . . . . .soooooooo . . . . . . ..”
Edward looked down at what had just a few minutes before been a gorgeous hard on. It was shrinking. He was losing his hard-on when his wife was still toying with his cock. This was inexplicable! He had fantasized for years about this very thing, and his damn cock was wilting on him!
Edward put his head back, his hands over his face in utter humiliation and frustration! ‘God, this cannot be happening to me!’ The erotic visions of catching his normally sedate and inhibited wife camming with a black man, with a huge implement going in and out of her randy pussy,. . . . . as she dildoed herSELF . . . . . . . . were swirling in his head. He had actually smelled her desire!
He thought he heard a click from down below. Opening his eyes, he saw that not only had he totally lost his erection, but he could no longer feel his dick! His wife was still touching him, but he could no longer feel her fingers!
Paula grinned up at him, then moved her hands away from his softness. There was something on it, on his dick! He moved his hand to his cock and touched it. He could feel nothing with his cock, but his fingers confirmed what his eyes told him. He had some sort of device on his penis and balls. No, just his penis. Whatever it was, it seemed to be looped under his balls, but the main part was completely covering his cock shaft and cock head. It seemed to force his cock shaft into a downward curve, as if to hide his cock head under his testicles.
“What the hell is this Paula?” he screamed, terrified. Just then she clicked one of his wrists to the bedpost with a handcuff.
“What the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?” He could not believe this was really happening to him!
She stared patiently into his eyes. After a few long, moments, she asked “You ready to listen to me now, sweetheart?”
He fought it for a few more minutes, each tick of the clock making a stronger and stronger point about his predicament.
Then, finally, reluctantly he nodded meekly, his free hand still searching for any type of sensation in his cock and nuts.
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Edward’s eyes were locked on his wife’s body, delicately yet firmly ensconced around the implement she had been holding in her hand. It had seemed to be a male organ, complete with the impressions of pubic hair and veins and all the other eccentricities of a penis and set of testicles. The fat sacked testicles were still peaking out at him from under her tawny, neatly trimmed delicate curls.
But the size of it led him to believe it was some manufactured sexual aid designed and created for satire so often read about in sexual stories. No man could have a package that huge!’ he thought as his eyes stared in brash yet respectful curiosity.
But! His darling little wife had that huge thing inside her! Edward was overcome with amazement. ‘Good Lord! How did she get that monster inside her tiny body? She must have stretched her body beyond any ability to return to her previous shape and size!’ About then his sexually over-stimulated brain realized that the shaft of the implement was nearly the size of a baby’s head!
“HONEY! What did I just say?” Her tone was impatient.
“Huh?” He suddenly realized that not only had he not heard what she said, but he had an unexpected rampant erection tenting his trousers.
“Honey, what did I just say?”
“You asked me what you just said!”
Exasperated, she stared at her husband with growing hostility. She had to find a way to not violate her newfound beliefs, and at the same time teach her husband about all the things she had been learning. He was, after all, a key part of what was to transpire for the next several decades. In order to think about her religion, and to teach it, she knew she had to have her meditation tool inside her.
Gently holding the comforting, fat little testicles tightly to her sacred kitty, she stood, her satiny worship robe falling down from around her hips all the way to her knees. She padded off toward her study, one hand holding her worship aid inside her.
“Hey! Where you going baby?” Edward jumped up off the couch and followed her, his cock cruelly bent at a right angle inside his underwear. As he followed her hastily, he tried to straighten his penis out.
In his hurry, he ran into her when she suddenly stopped in front of the hallway cabinet. Irritated, she again frowned as she retrieved a small vial. Looking up at his eager face, she forced a smile, took his bulge in her hand, and led him forcefully toward the master bath.
Once there she unbuckled his belt, flirtingly smiling at him. Edward was certain he was about to get lucky! God knows his cock was ready to release his pent up sexual energy! About time too! He had not gotten any since she came back from her mission trip a week before!
Again she smiled at him as she lowered his underwear, exposing his already glistening erection. Her soft hand caressed him for a few moments, first his shaft and glans, and then his testicles. She removed the stopper to the vial, then sprinkled a few drops of it onto her soft palm, and began to massage his eager genitals.
Edward thought he had just died, and gone to heaven. His wife willingly playing with his cock, at midday no less! This had never happened to them before.
His eyes lovingly watched her hands stroking and massaging his rock-hard cock and tight skinned balls. “Oh god yes baby! Yes, never stop doing that! I love you baby! OHHHHH GOOOOD Honey, that is so . . . . . So . . . . .soooooooo . . . . . . ..”
Edward looked down at what had just a few minutes before been a gorgeous hard on. It was shrinking. He was losing his hard-on when his wife was still toying with his cock. This was inexplicable! He had fantasized for years about this very thing, and his damn cock was wilting on him!
Edward put his head back, his hands over his face in utter humiliation and frustration! ‘God, this cannot be happening to me!’ The erotic visions of catching his normally sedate and inhibited wife camming with a black man, with a huge implement going in and out of her randy pussy,. . . . . as she dildoed herSELF . . . . . . . . were swirling in his head. He had actually smelled her desire!
He thought he heard a click from down below. Opening his eyes, he saw that not only had he totally lost his erection, but he could no longer feel his dick! His wife was still touching him, but he could no longer feel her fingers!
Paula grinned up at him, then moved her hands away from his softness. There was something on it, on his dick! He moved his hand to his cock and touched it. He could feel nothing with his cock, but his fingers confirmed what his eyes told him. He had some sort of device on his penis and balls. No, just his penis. Whatever it was, it seemed to be looped under his balls, but the main part was completely covering his cock shaft and cock head. It seemed to force his cock shaft into a downward curve, as if to hide his cock head under his testicles.
“What the hell is this Paula?” he screamed, terrified. Just then she clicked one of his wrists to the bedpost with a handcuff.
“What the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?” He could not believe this was really happening to him!
She stared patiently into his eyes. After a few long, moments, she asked “You ready to listen to me now, sweetheart?”
He fought it for a few more minutes, each tick of the clock making a stronger and stronger point about his predicament.
Then, finally, reluctantly he nodded meekly, his free hand still searching for any type of sensation in his cock and nuts.
Iraq vs Washington DC death statistics
If you consider that there have been an average of 160,000 troops in the Iraq theater of operations during the last 22 months, and a total of 2112 deaths, that gives a firearms death rate of 60 per 100,000.
The death rate in Washington D.C. is 80.6 per 100,000. That means that you are about 25% more likely to be shot and killed in our Nation's Capitol, which has some of the strictest gun control laws in the nation, than you are in Iraq.
The only logical conclusion: We should immediately pull out of Washington D.C
The death rate in Washington D.C. is 80.6 per 100,000. That means that you are about 25% more likely to be shot and killed in our Nation's Capitol, which has some of the strictest gun control laws in the nation, than you are in Iraq.
The only logical conclusion: We should immediately pull out of Washington D.C
Sunday, December 04, 2005
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - one
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - one
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Paula’s shocked face turned ashen when she realized that her beloved husband had been watching, and listening, to her conversation with Pastor Syh. The conversation had been intimate, and very personal. It had not been meant to be heard by others, not even her husband. Tears sprang to her eyes, and her bowels felt as if they might cut loose without warning. It was not as though he had been snooping, she was in the family room of their own home, after all.
Horrified at what might soon change in their marriage, based on his hearing ONLY the previous conversation, she blurted out “How long have you . . . . . . . How much did you . . . . . hear Honey?” Her tone became almost accusatory. “I thought you were going golfing today . . . .. all day!” In her near panic, Paula could not decide whether to try to fake her way out of this, or to just pretend to ignore him.
Then she recalled Pastor Syh’s last instruction to her, “You will tell your husband ALL! Today! This very day.” Remembering his soft words, his gentle , almost whispered, command, she knew that she had no choice but to come clean and explain her new life to her husband, the life she had chosen to lead since she had taken her mission trip to Jamaica.
No, she could no longer put that very necessary, one could even say critical, religious duty off. She was already ashamed that she had kept her husband in the dark for this long. A lie was a lie, even if it was a lie of omission, a lie promulgated not telling her trusting and trusted husband the full and complete truth.
Finally taking the responsibility for her own previous decisions, she let the arm she had been holding behind her back drop to her side. Her hand held the implement she had just been exercising with. “Getting into shape,” Pastor Syh called it.
“Honey, I have to tell you something,” her scared little girl voice said, her eyes searching his in a frantic panic.
Edwards eyes gawked at the huge implement, the object that he had watched her riding as she discussed intimate things with the man on the other end of the computer cam conversation. Her husband’s lips were trembling when he finally spoke to her, his voice quaking in both pain and fear, his eyes riveted on the implement in her hand. “Tell me what, Paula?”
Paula’s head turned down, her face full of embarrassment and shame. She was so new to the Sybianite Rites that the Sybianite beliefs had not yet entrenched themselves into her subconsciousness.
She felt the instant sting of shame regarding sex, so firmly ingrained into her psyche from years, decades, of puritanical religious dogma. Struggling with every shamed fiber of her being, she raised her head, latched her eyes directly on her beloved husbands, and said “Honey, we have a lot to talk about. Please sit down, and I will tell you all about my new life.”
Edward heard the woman he treasured more than his own life say the words, “Her new life.” His heart lurched and his own bowels began to run liquid. His heart screamed in agony. ‘Is she going to say goodbye to me, is she leaving me?’ His eyes filled with tears, his heart surging in pain. His mouth was dry.
Edward found himself suddenly sitting on the edge of their couch, staring open mouthed at the woman he had thought he knew, thought he understood, and that he loved more than anything else in the world.
His wife knelt in front of him. Without trying to hide what she was doing, she parted the loose fitting robe she was wearing exposing her naked vaginal opening, and placed the large dark implement she had been holding in her hand below her body. With only a slight struggle, she captured it inside her womanhood, sinking slowly down onto its length until her tight little bottom was flat on the floor between her feet. She looked straight into her husband’s eyes unapologetically.
“When I speak of my new faith, I must have this within me, honey. It keeps me centered, focused, and creative.”
Paula began to tell her husband of her new found Sybianite faith.
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
Paula’s shocked face turned ashen when she realized that her beloved husband had been watching, and listening, to her conversation with Pastor Syh. The conversation had been intimate, and very personal. It had not been meant to be heard by others, not even her husband. Tears sprang to her eyes, and her bowels felt as if they might cut loose without warning. It was not as though he had been snooping, she was in the family room of their own home, after all.
Horrified at what might soon change in their marriage, based on his hearing ONLY the previous conversation, she blurted out “How long have you . . . . . . . How much did you . . . . . hear Honey?” Her tone became almost accusatory. “I thought you were going golfing today . . . .. all day!” In her near panic, Paula could not decide whether to try to fake her way out of this, or to just pretend to ignore him.
Then she recalled Pastor Syh’s last instruction to her, “You will tell your husband ALL! Today! This very day.” Remembering his soft words, his gentle , almost whispered, command, she knew that she had no choice but to come clean and explain her new life to her husband, the life she had chosen to lead since she had taken her mission trip to Jamaica.
No, she could no longer put that very necessary, one could even say critical, religious duty off. She was already ashamed that she had kept her husband in the dark for this long. A lie was a lie, even if it was a lie of omission, a lie promulgated not telling her trusting and trusted husband the full and complete truth.
Finally taking the responsibility for her own previous decisions, she let the arm she had been holding behind her back drop to her side. Her hand held the implement she had just been exercising with. “Getting into shape,” Pastor Syh called it.
“Honey, I have to tell you something,” her scared little girl voice said, her eyes searching his in a frantic panic.
Edwards eyes gawked at the huge implement, the object that he had watched her riding as she discussed intimate things with the man on the other end of the computer cam conversation. Her husband’s lips were trembling when he finally spoke to her, his voice quaking in both pain and fear, his eyes riveted on the implement in her hand. “Tell me what, Paula?”
Paula’s head turned down, her face full of embarrassment and shame. She was so new to the Sybianite Rites that the Sybianite beliefs had not yet entrenched themselves into her subconsciousness.
She felt the instant sting of shame regarding sex, so firmly ingrained into her psyche from years, decades, of puritanical religious dogma. Struggling with every shamed fiber of her being, she raised her head, latched her eyes directly on her beloved husbands, and said “Honey, we have a lot to talk about. Please sit down, and I will tell you all about my new life.”
Edward heard the woman he treasured more than his own life say the words, “Her new life.” His heart lurched and his own bowels began to run liquid. His heart screamed in agony. ‘Is she going to say goodbye to me, is she leaving me?’ His eyes filled with tears, his heart surging in pain. His mouth was dry.
Edward found himself suddenly sitting on the edge of their couch, staring open mouthed at the woman he had thought he knew, thought he understood, and that he loved more than anything else in the world.
His wife knelt in front of him. Without trying to hide what she was doing, she parted the loose fitting robe she was wearing exposing her naked vaginal opening, and placed the large dark implement she had been holding in her hand below her body. With only a slight struggle, she captured it inside her womanhood, sinking slowly down onto its length until her tight little bottom was flat on the floor between her feet. She looked straight into her husband’s eyes unapologetically.
“When I speak of my new faith, I must have this within me, honey. It keeps me centered, focused, and creative.”
Paula began to tell her husband of her new found Sybianite faith.
"Here is a puzzle that calls for careful thought to solve it. Let those who are able, interpret this code: the numerical values of the letters in his name add to 666." Revelations 16:18
IF:
a is 1
b is 2
c is 3 c = 3
d is 4
e is 5 e = 5
f is 6
g is 7
h is 8
i is 9
j is 10
k is 11
l is 12
m is 13 m = 13
n is 14
o is 15 o = 15
p is 16 p = 16
q is 17
r is 18 r = 18
s is 19
t is 20 t = 20
u is 21 u = 21
v is 22
w is 23
x is 24
y is 25
z is 26
Total 111 x 6=666
c o m p u t e r
3+15+13+16+21+20+5+18 = 111 x 6=666
"He required everyone - great and small, rich and poor, slave and free - to be tattoed with a certain mark on the right hand or on the forehead. And no one could get a job or even buy in any store without the permit of that mark, which was either the name of the creature, or the code number of his name. " Revelation 13:16 and 17
If you look at the UPC mark (those little vertical lines on every thing you buy at a store, the ones they scan through the scanners) you will see three registration marks, one at the beginning, one in the middle, and one at the end of the UPC code. These three marks are the number 6. In other words, all scanners use 6 6 6 as the means of calibration of their scanner laser lights.
IF:
a is 1
b is 2
c is 3 c = 3
d is 4
e is 5 e = 5
f is 6
g is 7
h is 8
i is 9
j is 10
k is 11
l is 12
m is 13 m = 13
n is 14
o is 15 o = 15
p is 16 p = 16
q is 17
r is 18 r = 18
s is 19
t is 20 t = 20
u is 21 u = 21
v is 22
w is 23
x is 24
y is 25
z is 26
Total 111 x 6=666
c o m p u t e r
3+15+13+16+21+20+5+18 = 111 x 6=666
"He required everyone - great and small, rich and poor, slave and free - to be tattoed with a certain mark on the right hand or on the forehead. And no one could get a job or even buy in any store without the permit of that mark, which was either the name of the creature, or the code number of his name. " Revelation 13:16 and 17
If you look at the UPC mark (those little vertical lines on every thing you buy at a store, the ones they scan through the scanners) you will see three registration marks, one at the beginning, one in the middle, and one at the end of the UPC code. These three marks are the number 6. In other words, all scanners use 6 6 6 as the means of calibration of their scanner laser lights.
Daddy, Forgive Me
The Lord’s Prayer, in today’s English
[Note: Abba, in direct translation, is “Daddy”]
Abba, we acknowledge you as our Father, our religious Leader.
We want your wishes to be respected by us, and by others,
both in heaven, and here on earth. Thank you for helping us, for the daily food you provide us.
Teach us to love as you do, so that we may experience your Love.
Teach us to forgive others, so that you may forgive us.
Teach us to give lovingly to others, so that we might receive your grace.
Teach us to show mercy to others, so that we become worthy of yours.
As Jesus the Christ taught us to pray,
So be it
[Note: Abba, in direct translation, is “Daddy”]
Abba, we acknowledge you as our Father, our religious Leader.
We want your wishes to be respected by us, and by others,
both in heaven, and here on earth. Thank you for helping us, for the daily food you provide us.
Teach us to love as you do, so that we may experience your Love.
Teach us to forgive others, so that you may forgive us.
Teach us to give lovingly to others, so that we might receive your grace.
Teach us to show mercy to others, so that we become worthy of yours.
As Jesus the Christ taught us to pray,
So be it
Orgasms, my orgasms
First Question: What does an orgasm feel like to me.
Orgasm starts as tiny pulses deep under my pussy, between my pussy and my rectum. It begins to magnify until my pussy starts to clutch at whatever is inside it. My hips begin to involuntarily move up and down. At this point the sensation inside my pussy has spread to around my belly button and down my legs a few inches. The feeling is one of being tickled too long, yet still feels like I will die if it stops. The feeling is one that is about 70% pain, and 30% pleasure. However, I need the release so badly by that point that I just allow it to totally control all of my body, even my eyelids succumb to its total control. It is like eating tapioca (which I love!!) that is too hot. Does this make sense?
Second Question: How do I like to be made love to?
I love warm hands to caress my back and the top of my buttocks with flat low pressure caresses. I like the hand to ever so slowly caress lower and lower as they stroke my back. As the hand(s) slowly reach the bottom of my buttocks, I like them to continue to caress my buttocks. I usually raise at least one leg at this time to allow the hand access to my asshole and pussy hair. I love to feel the hand ever so lightly skim over the top of my pussy hair. This should last for at least 3 to 5 minutes. By then my wetness is filling me.
I like another hand to then begin to caress the bottoms of my breasts. Very light touches, like feathers. I like that hand (as the other hand barely touches my pussy hair) to slowly circle up until the fingers just begin to touch the tip of my nipples. After my nipples have risen to their full length, I like a tongue to just as lightly begin to caress my nipples.
After 3 to 6 minutes, the tongue may become a mouth and begin to gently suck on them. In the meantime the lower hand is beginning, like a feather, to caress the lips of my pussy. Over the next 10 minutes, the lower hand caresses itself further and further into me, until it lightly contacts my clitoris. Continued stimulation of my clitoris should become more and more firm until the fingers are slowly stroking my opening from top to bottom.
I like the fingers to spread my moisture to my anus on each of its strokes up and down me. The strokes on my anus should be like feathers, but then to build in pressure at the same rate as in my pussy. As I feel the fingers begin to invade my openings on each pass, my flower petals begin to unfold. If I can find a penis within arms length, I begin to stroke it with one hand. I hold my breast up for more life giving sucking with the other hand.
The fingers continue to invade me in all of my openings, just as their mouth now begins to assert authority over my mouth. The tongue begins to invade my oral opening, just as the fingers are taking total control of (their) my cunt. My cunt is wide open now, and begging for penetration. The hands and mouth continue to dominate me as they begin to use me for their own purposes. I feel them shift, and I feel the head of a penis begin to ever so lightly probe my opening (whichever opening they have chosen to fuck). It continues to insert itself a slight bit, then withdraw.
All other touching by hands or mouth has stopped.
My body is forced to focus on only the one source of stimulation. I crave it's continued presence. I need it to insert itself fully, to fill me, to release me from my sweet torture.
I feel it slowly, ever so slowly, begin to fill me with its divine presence.
It starts to accelerate as it penetrates me further, stroke after tantalizing stroke. It begins to demand that my body worship it, nurture it. It becomes forceful with me. It demands that my body suck it and squeeze it . It forces me to serve it's every need.
I feel it begin to tighten, become even harder within me. I feel the sack that hangs from it begin to tighten.
I know that it will soon give me what I crave, its life giving cream.
I feel my body take control of itself as I relinquish control of my actions to the mantra of my orgasm. My body, without thought or direction, sucks and clutches the penis, milking it, as best it can, of its wonderful gift for me. I feel the scalding liquid heat anoint my body with its presence. I scream with ecstasy as it fills me with my greatest desire.
My orgasm slowly subsides, and I realize that my strength is gone. I can only slowly caress the body that has used me, dominated me, and filled me with its demands.
Orgasm starts as tiny pulses deep under my pussy, between my pussy and my rectum. It begins to magnify until my pussy starts to clutch at whatever is inside it. My hips begin to involuntarily move up and down. At this point the sensation inside my pussy has spread to around my belly button and down my legs a few inches. The feeling is one of being tickled too long, yet still feels like I will die if it stops. The feeling is one that is about 70% pain, and 30% pleasure. However, I need the release so badly by that point that I just allow it to totally control all of my body, even my eyelids succumb to its total control. It is like eating tapioca (which I love!!) that is too hot. Does this make sense?
Second Question: How do I like to be made love to?
I love warm hands to caress my back and the top of my buttocks with flat low pressure caresses. I like the hand to ever so slowly caress lower and lower as they stroke my back. As the hand(s) slowly reach the bottom of my buttocks, I like them to continue to caress my buttocks. I usually raise at least one leg at this time to allow the hand access to my asshole and pussy hair. I love to feel the hand ever so lightly skim over the top of my pussy hair. This should last for at least 3 to 5 minutes. By then my wetness is filling me.
I like another hand to then begin to caress the bottoms of my breasts. Very light touches, like feathers. I like that hand (as the other hand barely touches my pussy hair) to slowly circle up until the fingers just begin to touch the tip of my nipples. After my nipples have risen to their full length, I like a tongue to just as lightly begin to caress my nipples.
After 3 to 6 minutes, the tongue may become a mouth and begin to gently suck on them. In the meantime the lower hand is beginning, like a feather, to caress the lips of my pussy. Over the next 10 minutes, the lower hand caresses itself further and further into me, until it lightly contacts my clitoris. Continued stimulation of my clitoris should become more and more firm until the fingers are slowly stroking my opening from top to bottom.
I like the fingers to spread my moisture to my anus on each of its strokes up and down me. The strokes on my anus should be like feathers, but then to build in pressure at the same rate as in my pussy. As I feel the fingers begin to invade my openings on each pass, my flower petals begin to unfold. If I can find a penis within arms length, I begin to stroke it with one hand. I hold my breast up for more life giving sucking with the other hand.
The fingers continue to invade me in all of my openings, just as their mouth now begins to assert authority over my mouth. The tongue begins to invade my oral opening, just as the fingers are taking total control of (their) my cunt. My cunt is wide open now, and begging for penetration. The hands and mouth continue to dominate me as they begin to use me for their own purposes. I feel them shift, and I feel the head of a penis begin to ever so lightly probe my opening (whichever opening they have chosen to fuck). It continues to insert itself a slight bit, then withdraw.
All other touching by hands or mouth has stopped.
My body is forced to focus on only the one source of stimulation. I crave it's continued presence. I need it to insert itself fully, to fill me, to release me from my sweet torture.
I feel it slowly, ever so slowly, begin to fill me with its divine presence.
It starts to accelerate as it penetrates me further, stroke after tantalizing stroke. It begins to demand that my body worship it, nurture it. It becomes forceful with me. It demands that my body suck it and squeeze it . It forces me to serve it's every need.
I feel it begin to tighten, become even harder within me. I feel the sack that hangs from it begin to tighten.
I know that it will soon give me what I crave, its life giving cream.
I feel my body take control of itself as I relinquish control of my actions to the mantra of my orgasm. My body, without thought or direction, sucks and clutches the penis, milking it, as best it can, of its wonderful gift for me. I feel the scalding liquid heat anoint my body with its presence. I scream with ecstasy as it fills me with my greatest desire.
My orgasm slowly subsides, and I realize that my strength is gone. I can only slowly caress the body that has used me, dominated me, and filled me with its demands.
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