The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - six

The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - six
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005

Deaconess Elja was standing above him when Edward’s eyes fluttered open and, eventually, focused. It took him a few short seconds to remember where he was and what had happened. It also took a few seconds for the pain in his grossly stretching testicles to register. The Deaconess pressed a button releasing his cock and balls from whatever held them within the wall, then helped him stand back up, trying not to aggravate his pain. His testes ached as if they had been smashed with a hammer.

Edward tried hard to hide his scrotal pain that seemed to radiate from his balls and into his abdomen. He gently cupped his balls as the Deaconess watching. After a bit, embarrassed beyond belief, he again focused on the television screen in front of where he had been assigned to stand.

The TV camera seemed to be pointing at the ceiling. Edward, confused, looked at the white screen for a few seconds, then he moved his eyes down the wall, the camera followed his gaze. Realizing he was back in control of where the camera was pointing, Edward looked around the room, trying to find his beloved wife. As he was searching, he saw that there were many women whose vaginas and breasts were being caressed by men as they sat, waiting for the sacred ceremony. He tried hard not to stare at their pleasuring, not sure if the women could tell that he was looking at their nakedness.

At length Edward found his darling wife Paula, her head resting on the shoulder of the man on her right. His well muscled arm snuggly around her, holding her gently as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. The man’s dark hand was softly caressing her creamy breasts, softly tweaking her nipples, her satiny robe pushed aside, her delectable perky chest gloriously on display for anyone wishing to look.

Edward stared, feeling insecure, yet subconsciously idolizing his wife as she accepted the stranger’s sexually explicit touches.

Edward had not previously noticed the sun tan lines on his wife’s breasts. He could see that she had obviously worn a skimpy bathing suit top on her mission trip to Jamaica. In fact, he realized with a jealous jolt, it had to have been a VERY small bikini top, covering only her nipples, and barely that!

His eyes lingered down her exposed body to her crotch. A dark hand was manipulating her labia, occasionally entering her in slow delicately gentle penetrations. Trying hard to ignore those lascivious violations, Edward detected distinct tan lines from an equally small bikini bottom, so skimpy that had it had barely covered her intimate part. In fact, when he zoomed in, he could se that the sides of her cunt lips were partially tanned. Only about a half inch of the ridges of her lips and pink interior of her pussy were still pristine.

Edward had not known that his inhibited wife, well, the woman he had thought was inhibited, even had a bikini, let alone one so very tiny and petite. And to have her pussy hairless like she did now! It was as if she had regressed to a virginal little girl, back to her prepubescent days before they had met.

His eyes could not stop watching the hand caressing, no, that was the wrong word, the hand that was massaging his wife’s hairless vaginal opening. Her pubic mound and lips were moving, stretching about, her clittie being so erotically caressed by her clittie hood with the movements of the hand, massaging in enticing circles as the hand enjoyed stimulating her there. Again the middle finger entered her. Edward could see her wetness glistening on the dark skin of the lewd penetrating finger.

As Edward was watching, his aching genitals inadvertently slipped back through the opening in the wall. Instantly his penis and testicles felt wonderful again! Again it felt as if his penis was being suckled in ways that Edward vaguely realized he would love to grow addicted to. The stimulations were perfectly suited to encourage his pleasures.




Deaconess Elja smiled at a totally engrossed Edward, watching as he again felt no pain in his testicles. She could tell that he would be a perfect addition to their religious enclave. She caressed his buttocks as Edward surrendered to the sensations that pleasured his genitals. The Deaconess smiled again, enjoying her caresses of Edward’s ass. So firm, so well muscled, so wonderfully tight and round! Yes, she knew she would enjoy this man, this white man’s firm little butt! She looked forward to their first encounter.




Edward watched his wife being caressed and fondled by the two men.

Her mouth again formed its perfect O of arousal. Edward could hear her begin to moan. She turned in the arms of the man that had been caressing her breasts, lying back against his chest, watching the touches of the hand enjoying her pussy, her eyes wide in focused gaze upon her opening being wonderfully, expertly pleasured, delighted, by the attentions, Paula spread her thighs wider, encouraging the further pleasuring insertions of the finger.

Edward watched as the anonymous hand inserted two fingers into his wife’s aroused, sopping wet vagina. The people on the pew behind her stood, leaning over her, fondling her. Her body seemed to be literally purring in delight as more and more hands began to caress her, massage her, pleasure almost every square inch of her aroused, shivering body.

Edward saw a woman’s hand move to Paula’s vaginal opening, entering her softly with first one finger, then two, then three. The woman’s hand pressed gently with each penetration, opening his wife wider and wider. Soon even the woman’s thumb was being engulfed within Paula’s neediness. Her hips began to press against the hand, trying to encourage its penetrating caresses.

Suddenly the hand breached the barrier of her vaginal lips and slipped wrist deep into her exquisitely stretched pussy.

Edward began to cum again, humping the wall in front of him, his cock being sucked, his balls fondled, his asshole clenching around whatever was impaling him.

In his orgasm, Edward heard his wife shriek in fulfillment. With her right hand, she reached down as if she were fucking her own body with Pastor Syh’s likeness, grasping the woman’s arm and began to guides its penetrations, pulling the woman’s hand almost out of her cunt, then jamming it back inside her, slamming it against her randy cervix with each powerful, humping fuck-stroke.

Paula began to scream, her voice demanding a good fucking, a good cunt wrenching, to be filled with huge black cocks, to be bred with black man’s cum, bred to bear black babies, to carry, and love, and nurse and suckle her white, milk-filled teats.

Paula’s orgasm was powerful and lasted for a long shuddering eternity. Slowly, Paula’s eyes drooped, then closed, her voice slowly dwindled, her body now only twitching periodically in her post orgasmic nirvana.

Edward, weak kneed, again slumped, his cock and balls still held firmly within the wall, still being stimulated and suckled. Edward’s knees finally buckled completely. He collapsed to his knees, his balls again being stretched as his chest and cheek hugged the wall. The Deaconess withdrew her finger after massaging his prostate just a bit longer, coaxing every possible microgram of cum from within his body.



The lights slowly faded throughout the church. The twenty voice choir began to sing softly.

The sacred service was starting.


TBC