The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - eight

Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005

After a devout heartfelt prayer and a few songs, Pastor Syh came back to the pulpit, his face a wreath of happiness, his probing intelligent eyes again surveyed the congregation. Edward could feel the tension gathering in the building. There was more rustling, more shifting about in anticipation of what was to come.

Finally Pastor Syh spoke, softly this time, gently, as if to a lover. “And now we come to that most sacred part of our Sybarin rites. We have gathered here, now, to sanctify and consecrate a woman’s body. We are here to fulfill that second part of God’s first command to mankind: have babies. ‘Be fruitful and multiply’ God instructed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

Did you know that the word Eden comes from the Hebrew word “Delight”? Yes, Eden was a place of delights alright. And one of the most wonderful of God’s delights was sex. Uninhibited, God invented, God designed, God provided, delightful and satisfying sex. Sex the way God intended it. No restrictions, just showing love to your beloved, filling your beloved with your essence, giving her that most sacred of gifts from God, your sperm.

“Tonight we will do exactly that. We will fill our loving and lovable Sister Teresa with the holy, God made, sperm that her husband and she want. In keeping with the stated desire of this church, Teresa and her loving husband, Michael, have requested that the church Elders consummate their desires with a sacred breeding.

Pastor Syh’s beaming smile seemed to lovingly irradiate a nervous couple that were sitting on the front row. He held out his arms to them, his face covered with a peaceful loving smile.

The couple came forward in a rush, the husband following behind his wife, vigilant lest his beloved wife should trip and fall on the stairs leading to the area around the pulpit. His love for her was fully evident on his face as he made certain that she was safe.

Pastor Syh enveloped her in his powerful arms, hugging her gently, his face along side hers as they shared a most tender moment of mutual caring. After a bit, Pastor Syh reached out and shook her husband’s hand, still holding Teresa in his arms.

Finally they parted and the congregations could see that Teresa’s breathing was heavier than when she had ascended to the pulpit area. The congregation could not help but notice that Pastor Syh’s body had reacted to her intimate closeness. The bulge under his Ephod, so prominent before, was now holding his Ephod at a nearly level angle. The congregation rose and began to applaud. Pastor Syh was unashamed of his obvious, growing display of saintly arousal.

Edward could not help but stare in envy at the Pastor’s bulge. He wondered what it must feel like for his wife to have such immensity within her. As Edward stared at the image on the TV screen, his hips again pressed against the wall in front of him.

The welcome, expert suckling of his organ began again as he watched the people at the front of the church. The woman’s cheeks were flushed. Her breasts seemed to be rising and falling quickly.

Pastor Syh led her to the Altar that resided on the right side of the church. He gently helped her lie down on the altar, placing a satin pillow under head. He caressed her forehead as he smiled and conversed with her, seeking to calm her. Pastor Syh’s face was full of tenderness.

Finally he motioned for her husband to come and stand beside her. Pastor conversed with him for a bit as well. The gratitude on the woman’s husband’s face was evident to everyone

When the Pastor felt that both of them were somewhat relaxed, calmed enough to participate, he turned to the congregation and began to intone his sing-song ritualistic, centuries-old prayer.

God of us all,
Beloved God of our ancestors,
We invoke Your love, You help
On this sacred Day of Unction.

Beloved God,
Teresa and Michael,
Your earthly children,
Seek to glorify her body,
For her body become an altar to your love.
To begin her sacred journey,
The journey toward Teresa’s motherhood,
The journey toward Michael’s fatherhood,
The journey commanded by You
In Your first commandment to Mankind.

We seek Your guidance
And Your grace
As You sanctify her body,
Anointing her body
With that most sacred essence,
The sperm of our bodies
As You commanded us
When we were all innocent in the
Paradise You named Eden.

God,
God of us all,
We ask that You
Sanctify this union,
And that You bless her offspring,
Keeping them in Your loving bosom
As they grow, and learn, and love.


Pastor Syh’s alert eyes surveyed six men that had silently assembled around the woman lying on the Altar of Unction during Pastor’s prayer, each armed with a sword and an emblazoned shield,. They each stood with their backs to the altar, vigilant, poised, clearly ready to safeguard the vulnerable woman if necessary. They were all muscular and well built. They were naked except for their penises, which were encased in a curved cod piece. The cod piece apparently protected their vulnerability as it were from exposure or injury.

A chill ran up Edward’s back when he saw that none of them seemed to have any testicles! His eyes became the size of dinner plates. Panicking, he stopped his animalistic humping of the hole in the wall, doubt that his own little cods were still attached to his body. He tried desperately to pull his cock and balls out of the hole that he had been receiving such wonderful sensations through. He began to whimper in fear. Looking down, all he could see was hi8s cock stretching between his body and the hole.

His skin crawling, his stomach churning, Edward felt Deaconess Elja’s hand on his shoulder again. Her voice, right next to his ear, as though she was reading his mind, whispered in an amused chuckle “Relax baby, their balls are tucked up into their anus so they would not be injured during battle. OK? These are the hand picked guardians of the Order of Sybarin Rite.” She chuckled a few more times. She tapped the buttons on the wall that released his private parts from the hole.

Edward made a feverish inventory of what remained of him. To his vast relief, his testicles were indeed still attached, hanging down from the base of his penis, and in fact were soft and silky for the first time he could remember. His testicles had always been so tightly contracted that they had reminded him of a tiny little brain. Greatly relieved, his fingers caressed his scrotum’s new texture, liking how they now felt.

Still trying to relax, Edward felt silly that his thoughts were so transparent to the woman that this wife had assigned to him. But he had to admit that he did feel better knowing that the white men still had their balls. Still, he wondered why the guardians were there. It suddenly occurred to Edward that the naked guardians were all Caucasian.

Mistress Elja guided Edward’s penis back into the hole where his fears of losing his balls was assuaged as the mouth inside suckled him so wonderfully. He returned to watching the ceremony.

Edward saw a solemn line of three men stride forward toward the Altar of Unction. They, much like Pastor Syh, were dressed in Ephods. And, also like Pastor Syh, each garment had a red ribbon sewed into the garment around the neck.

Edward could feel the Deaconess, standing close behind him, begin to squirm in anticipation of what was coming. Her firm breast seemed to nudge his back as she wriggled. Her hand idly caressed his buttocks. “Those are the Elders, Edward,” she murmured, her voice soft and sibilant.

Pastor Syh deftly moved beside the woman on the altar. He nodded assertively at her nervous husband. The husband, his hands shaking, reached down and lifted the woman’s Ephod, thereby exposing the woman’s upper thighs and mound to the congregation. Carefully laying the lower part of her garment on her stomach, he pulled the strings of the cloth ties, freeing the upper portion of the Ephod, then lovingly pulled the whole garment over the woman’s head, leaving her alabaster white body naked, exposed from head to toe. The congregation stirred, murmurs about her beauty circulated.

Edward could not help but notice how vulnerable, yet beautiful she was in her nakedness. Her head was held high enough by the pillow placed there by the Pastor that everyone could see her radiant, nervous face, and she could watch what was to be done to her body.

In a loud voice, her husband proclaimed “Here is the body of my wife, . . . . fertile, . . . . .ready to be bred . . . . . with the sacred sperm of your loins. Come, partake of her, consummate her body with your essence.” The nervous man’s penis was wavering under his Ephod, fully erect, Edward noticed. The woman’s husband’s cheeks were flushed, his whole face an eerie white against the rich colors of the Altar backdrop. Suddenly his pallid member found its freedom, and leaped through the opening of his garment, irresolutely waving to the assemblage. The man flushed bright red. Several women shouted “Hallelujah!”

Pastor Syh then boomed “Who comes to consummate this woman for her husband? Speak your names so that the woman and her husband can know the names of the welcome congenitors of their children.”

All three Elders recited their names, and their intention to consummate the union between themselves and the woman, pledging to be a constructive partner with the couple as they raised the child.

Elder Benjamin, the first Elder in line, moved to the woman’s right side. He leaned over, kissing her deeply, softly, with gentle passion. The woman raised her head, hesitantly kissing her acceptance of the man’s blessing. He then smiled lovingly at her, caressing her exposed breast with his dark hand. The contrast of his dark skin on her white skin was breathtaking. His fingers lovingly rolled her nipples, toying with her alabaster body. His hand then stroked down her smooth stomach , circling her belly button. He flattened his hand as it again soothed its way back to cup her breasts. His mouth kissed her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. He suckled greedily at each nipple for a bit, then continued to kiss his way down her body, pausing at her feet, then traveling back up her legs to her sex.

Edward felt his cock begin to pulse. ‘How is it possible that I can have any more cum in my balls?’ he wondered distractedly as he watched the woman spread her glistening thighs, encouraging the black Elder to conjoin with her. Edward began humping the suckling, fondling wall without even thinking about it. Deaconess Elja smiled, amused.

The woman’s husband helped the Elder remove his Ephod, folding it carefully in the prescribed manner, then laying it carefully on the ledge assigned for that privilege. The husband knelt before the Elder, taking the dark penis in his white hand, stroking it to pulsing fullness as the congregation watched in rapt, open mouthed fascination.

The husband then followed the Elder to his wife’s side. The Elder stepped between her widely spread thighs, again his black body so beautiful in stark contrast to the woman’s velvety paleness.

Edward realized his intense attention had caused the TV to move in for a close-up in direct line with the woman’s vaginal opening. He could see wetness shimmering upon her lips. Surprised, he saw that her opening was already dilated, yes, even widely opened, inviting the rampant blackness to enter her, to begin her breeding session.

Edward saw the husband’s hand firmly grasp the rigid penis, then raise the dark purple head to his wife’s opening, caressing her lips a bit as the cock head slowly slid up and down her hesitant yet eager wetness. Each up and down movement seemed to allow the dark glans to enter her pinkness a slight bit further. Finally the husband stopped moving the thickness up and down his wife’s cleft. The breeding head became lodged at the mouth of her opening.

She cried out “Please Elder Benjamin! Oh please, take me, make me the mother of your offspring!”

The Elder began to press his thick manhood into the white woman’s fertile womb.

She cried out again, this time her words nearly indistinguishable, as the dark thickness spread her opening, causing her body to widen obscenely. The Elder pressed forward, sliding slowly into her belly. The wife grabbed her husband’s hand, squeezing it harshly as her body begrudgingly accepted the size of Elder Benjamin.

Edward could her voice distinctly now. “Oh GOD, OH GOD! OH GOD!!!!!!!!!! Baby, he is HUGE! OH GOD baby! OH GOD! OH God is he huge! He’s going to split me honey! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd” The naked little white wife was clearly rising rapidly toward her orgasms.

The congregation commenced chanting, “God can hear you, God answers prayers, God can hear you, God answers prayers.”

The Elder started slowly thrust his hips, pushing his manhood in, then pulling it back out of her clinging womb, as her voice praised God. Elder Benjamin was filling her body deeply, filling her to her limit with each blessed penetrating thrust. Her wails of joy filled the auditorium with their elation.

Edward could see every ripple and contraction of her sweet little white pussy as the Elder’s dark thick member so pleasured her. Her sex lips suckled the black shaft each time it withdrew, then seemed to open again to accept his renewed fulfillment. Edward watched, highly aroused as the Elder’s testicles began to contract and shrink. The black penis was thrusting hard now, filling the woman to her utmost depth with each heavy sensuous thrust.

The wife began to scream “YES! OH GOD! YES FILL ME WITH YOUR BABY MAKING SPERM! YES! BREED ME! BREED ME WITH OUR CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Unable to contain her desire, the woman began to orgasm. Her whole body seemed intent on suckling her first breeder’s penis empty of whatever it might present to her.

Suddenly the Elder grunted loudly, then jammed his black cock deep into the womb of the white woman, his whole body rippling in his orgasm. The congregation began to shout encouragement and praises as Elder Benjamin filled he young wife with his breeding sperm, white, viscous, potent baby making cum.

Her husband, his eyes riveted to the filling of his wife’s sacred vessel with the Elder’s sperm, could not contain his own desire. Without touching himself, he began to spurt his unnecessary issue onto his wife’s breasts and stomach.


TBC