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.