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