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The Unholy Lust chapte 1
By solidshoe
The Unholy Lust
By Jacob Shaw
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It was that unholy craving that brought heat to the face of Lisa Ridge; that turned the thirty-four year old housewife beet-red. Lisa’s husband, Haygar, was sure, at least at first, that his new wife’s flushed appearance was a consequence of his probing fingers. Haygar, who long had lust in his heart, and with a loving wife to share it now, had replaced Lisa’s boring white panties with air. Her naked buttocks were lovingly squished into the top of the glass kitchen table, her legs spread wide of their own accord. Haygar was down on one knee, probing his wife’s interior, eliciting that red glow that was on her face.
Or so he thought.
Lisa couldn’t exactly put her finger on the moment; didn’t know when or even where exactly the unholy lust had first hit her. Unlike most housewives, even women in general, who longed to be taken by men and in the hottest manner, Lisa burned to be touched by another being altogether.
Satan. Lisa Ridge vowed to be taken by Satan.
What her husband was doing, to be sure, felt great. His long, thick fingers had begun to elicit intoxicating moans from the housewife. However, while Haygar was contributing greatly In theory, in reality, it was the burning fingers of the destroyer that Lisa assured herself were there. Of course, Satan must have absolutely huge fingers, and to be sure, absolutely huge other parts as well.
To the thought, Mrs. Ridge gave a deep, satisfying moan, and it played on her husband’s ego, causing him to replace his fingers with his tongue.
She positively squealed at the sensation, though for the second time during the day’s interlude, she was imagining something more vile, more puerile, being done to her. It wasn’t the tongue of Haygar who lapped at her sex, but the slimy tongue of the snake that was now Satan’s arm. The lord of the underworld could surely take any shape he pleased, and the snake Lisa imagined was easily the largest in the world. She pictured the slimy reptile of the underworld as it slid its forced tongue over her sex.
Surely this was not her beloved Haygar! This was Beelzebub come for the prey, the lord of the flies to this hot body that must be savaged and primed for his unholy assault. Why Satan would want her, she didn’t know, only that he must! He must! Every fiber in her being was sure of it.
That is why Haygar, who uplifted himself to place his sex in his wife’s sex, was, as it turned out, no longer making love to his wife, but a woman whom had vowed to become the whore of Satan, and in effect, he was now fucking beast of burden; the whore workhorse of hell.
Haygar wasn’t big, not nearly as big as Satan would be, and not even as big as some lovers she’d had. Still, he was big enough to stimulate the housewife, which meant it was pleasurable enough to stimulate Lisa’s mind. When her mind worked, it was Satan that flowed over her like a hot red shawl, entering her sex with smoking wisps that wormed about inside of her like snakes. Lisa’s imagination was providing most of the atmosphere, and suddenly she was feeling more pleasure than good ole Haygar could ever bring, thus is the power of the mind.
Haygar, not so enraptured by pleasure that he couldn’t clearly see his wife was getting more out than he was putting in, lost his edge for a moment, and, not being nearly aroused any longer, exited his wife. It might have been a simple misunderstanding, perhaps between man and wife. But this was no longer man and wife! Lisa was becoming something more altogether. That is why, when Haygar pulled back to place both his muscular arms on both sides of her, his once loving wife lunged at him in terrible brutality. Hagar could hardly believe any of it was happening, but a surprisingly heavy blow had uprooted him and placed him on his back, and now he felt sensual, though, under the circumstances, terrible sensation in his loins.
His wife, crazed with unholy lust and lost to the imaginations of the fragile mind, was sure she was seducing Satan, and, having thrown Haygar to the floor, began deep-throating his naked penis as vigorously as a child attempts to suck thick ice-cream through a straw. While this act was not un-pleasurable, it was simply too much to handle, and as Haygar looked down at his now-crazed wife, who treated his tool like it was candy of the highest caliber, he lost all control in her mouth.
Haygar expected to see his wife bound up and rush to the sink. He had not warned her; how could he, with her attack? Surely she couldn’t stand to have the stuff in her mouth.
It was then, when Lisa Ridge swallowed the mouthful with a look of loving appreciation, that Haygar was sure he was no longer present in the company of the woman he’d so recently taken to be his wife.
“Get off of me! Back away, woman!” Haygar slid backward on the white tile, determined to get as far away as possible before beginning beginning the questions. Mrs. Ridge on lay there, her long legs curled under her, like a relaxed temptress.
“Out with it woman. What’s come of you! It certainly wasn’t natural, what you did!”
Her eyes seemed to change then, and Haygar was sure he was in the company of his wife now. For a moment, he was sure he’d hit on a simple answer: she was possessed. Perhaps, in a way, he was right, for it wasn’t a malice soul that took control of her, but a lust of the strongest power.
Lisa Ridge suddenly felt sad. She had loved Haygar, to be sure, she had. But something new had awakened in her, and Lisa, not being an unfaithful or dishonest kind of woman, felt compelled that she should at least give her husband leave with the truth the of the matter, how ever crazy that felt.
“Haygar, there are things you must know. Only, take me in your arms and let me tell, and do not cast me away until the very end of it. Oh I’ll die if you throw me away gruffly!” Lisa Ridge said, crying out to her husband.
Haygar was scared, to be sure. His new wife seemed to have a kind of brute strength that was normally accorded weight lifters and circus strong men. She had pushed Haygar down with such force that his back ached under him. And the force of her felatio! Now his loins were aching too. Still, he didn’t believe that she would rush him like a alley cat; didn’t think she would lure him and come in with claws to the eyes. The look in her eyes said that she was above all that now. ‘NOW’, Haygar thought uneasily as he opened his arms rather unsteadily.
The wife crawled into the husbands arms like a meek child running to mother. Haygar suddenly felt the difference in her: she was thin, not strong now, and he could comfortably hug her and get her answers without fear of being pained.
“What is it? Was it a….a spirit of some sort?” Haygar asked, not all ashamed in the light of what had taken place.
“Oh no, no spirit. Dear, it’s me! A new me, one that I cannot control! I meant to have my way-“ She stopped and turned her head away, as if in disgust.
“You meant to have your way with me, and so you did. It was unfriendly, to be sure, and quite savage---“ Then Haygar was cut off.
“Not YOU! Oh my dear husband, not you! It pains me to say, but not you.”
How Haygar regretted in that instance, the silly promise he’d made his wife. He could have flung her into the tile! Instead, he remained as composed as possible.
“Who were you imagining doing those things to? If not me, your loving, caring husband (that would pull the guilt strings a bit), then who?”
Of course, Lisa Ridge suddenly got quiet. The tears ceased to flow, and Haygar could tell that she was re-contemplating her position. Suddenly, she was having doubts, so sick was this news as far as Haygar could tell. So Haygar played the willing fox to the hunting hounds.
“Dear, there is nothing you cannot tell me. I shan’t stick by your side if you mean to have another man. I can’t, because my mother never put that insecurity in me. But I will at least attempt to understand what it is. That much I promise. Whatever you tell me, I shall endure it with painstaking understanding.”
That seemed to open her up a bit. Mrs. Ridge let it go.
“Haygar; sweet Haygar. You have been a great husband and lover to me in these short months, but I’m afraid that your love is no longer enough. I---I seek love from a higher power!” Lisa said, finally glad to have it out.
“So that’s it? You’re going to god? Becoming religious? I see! A bit of fun before becoming chaste, huh? So today was just you getting your jollies off for the last time! And to think you said you were in this for the long haul!” Haygar said painfully, letting his wife slip from his arms.
“Not God! No, not God!” Lisa almost screamed, as if it hurt her merely to mention the words.
Haygar suddenly swept her up, but this time it was not without power. His big hands clasped her smile arms, and he almost shook her, so hurt was his pride.
“Who damnit!”
“Satan! I LONG FOR SATAN AND HE LONGS FOR ME! I’m sure of it. Today of all days, I’m sure of it!”
Haygar listened to her tell it; listened to her tell of the recent days when the affliction had over come her, when she found her mind wandering to the savage embrace of the beast. With each passing day, she said, I lust for him more. My body means to have hell in its bed, and nothing can stop that now, she said, almost casually too.
Of course, Haygar went white. His new wife was obviously crazy. He guessed that she might have been all along. He’d read that insanity could be deeply rooted, needing an event of sorts to set it totally free. Maybe it was the marriage, the commitment? He wondered in those few seconds. Any woman who talks of being sexed by the devil must surely be insane. And the things she’d admitted! Snakes nipping at her breast! Flies buzzing all over her person! She wanted to Satan to take her in all of his lordly ways, and she spoke of being a willing participant to all of it.
“When he finds me, he’ll love me. That much I’m sure of, Haygar. When he finds me, he’ll love me.” Lisa Ridge said with final conviction.
“And you mean to love him? You mean to love the Devil, and live in hell?” Haygar asked slowly, because he knew insane people must be talked to low, patiently.
“Yes Haygar. Oh love, I’m sorry! You can’t imagine that I wanted this on our wedding day! These last few months have been perfect! But something is calling me, Haygar. Something my soul can’t ignore. I love you, Haygar, but you’ll not stand in my way. I mean to have a divorce. Leave me nothing, but give me leave. I’m nothing to you now.” Lisa Ridge said, crying her last sobbing tears.
But Haygar barely heard his wife’s last words. His mind was already working ahead. Nobody must know of this! Not his friends, not even his family, and God help him, not his enemies either. Did he hear ‘divorce’? Surely that was out the question. Till death due us part, he’d said one day, and he meant to stick by it. This woman didn’t need a divorce, she needed a strong husband and a good doctor.
“Haygar, say something!”
“Yes dear. Yes I heard you quite all right. Now if you don’t mind, I need to make a call.”
To be continued.
8/4/2002 3:50:18 PM
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