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