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