Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 22:06:10 -0800 (PST)
From: gelalshawr@yahoo.com
Subject: Demon of Lust Part 1

This is a piece of fiction directly from my own perverted brain, any
resemblance of the characters to any person, living or dead, is purely
a fabrication of your own brain as the reader.
This fiction involves many forms of sex and is intended for open-minded
adults only.

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	I will tell you the story of how my wife became my boyfriend.
Ten years ago, we were a pretty typical happy couple, in a new house,
no kids, and no connection to the community yet. We spent a lot of
time home alone, we lived on a preserve I had inherited from my uncle,
and I spent most of my day out in the wilderness taking pictures, I'm
a photographer, and made pretty good money at it, enough to keep us
comfortable. I am 5'8" tall, and about 145lbs, I keep myself in good
shape climbing and walking all day, but I am hardly what you would
call ripped. I have a soft, pleasant face, blue eyes and jet-black
hair. My wife spends most of her days reading books and doing
woodcarvings for ornate furniture. She is almost as tall as me at 5'7"
but she likes to wear heels a lot so I find myself looking up at her
more often than not. She is a total bombshell with smooth muscles, a
firm, round ass and flat tummy topped with 36 C breasts, well, she
says C, but I think she wears her bras a cup-size less to enhance her
cleavage, they're probably small D's. She has a sweet elfin face with
bright green eyes and long blond hair.

	I was wandering through the woods one day when I came upon a
clearing, or what used to be a clearing years ago, the forest was
slowly taking it back. In the center was a flat-topped boulder, and
as I came closer I found that it had in fact been carved and shaped
by human hands, perhaps decades ago. The design carved into the
circular top of the stone was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I
got several pictures. I was disappointed to see that at some point in
time the stone had snapped and a nearly 1" wide crack split the entire
design. I didn't realize it then but the more I looked at the design,
the hornier I got. After having taken pictures of every side of the
stone I really couldn't stand it any longer and set down my camera.
I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and started stroking, it didn't
take me very long until I shot one of the biggest loads I had ever had
in my life. When I looked down several thin strings of cum stretched
across the stone, I picked up my camera and got a good shot of the
stone splattered with cum before I packed up and headed home. Since
that day I have tried dozens of times to find that stone, but I never
saw it again.

	When I got home and uploaded my pictures to my computer, I set
the pictures of the stone into a separate folder until I figured out
what I wanted to do with them. It actually was several weeks before I
thought about them again. I was having a lazy day, staying home,
reading, spending time with my wife, which I do about one day a week.
I went downstairs to my wife's workshop to watch her work, and maybe
get into her panties. What she was working on kind of startled me, I
saw laying on her worktable a huge semicircle of carved wood inlaid
with strange designs. At another bench was an uncarved slab that she
was cutting into a similar shape. When I walked over to her she jumped
in surprise, she tends to get very focused on her work and doesn't
notice me until I am right next to her, but she's always good-natured
about it. "Oh hi honey, um... I was poking around in your photos again..."

	She blushed slightly because she had agreed to respect my
privacy early on in our relationship, but had never been able to keep
her promise, and every time I caught her at it she acted like a naughty
schoolgirl, and it turned me on so much I had never been able to really
get angry at her, especially since she usually apologized for it with a
blowjob. It was only then that I realized what she was making, it was a
perfect replica of the top of the stone I had found, for some reason
(probably the size), she had made it in two pieces, which she would fit
together when she was done. "That's ok dear, it looks pretty amazing so
far, what's it going to be for?"

	"Oh, it's not for a commission, I was looking and saw these
pictures and I just had to build it, it's kind of crazy but I feel like
I absolutely have to make this." She looked at me, a tiny twinge of worry
crossing her features, but fading quickly to her usual excited smile.

	"Yeah I know, I can't really understand it either, but that stone
really seems to occupy the mind sometimes." I put my arms around her waist
and kissed her neck, pulling in close, her luscious ass fitting into my
crotch perfectly. She giggled and moaned slightly, but before I got much
further she broke away shaking her head. "Nuh-uh, I want to concentrate
on this, but as soon as I'm done, I am going to fuck you like you wouldn't
believe."

	She had no idea how right she was.

*      *      *

	Two days later, after I had come home from a day out in the woods,
I came down from taking a shower and saw half of the completed wood disc
laid on the living room floor, and my wife carrying the second piece in
and beginning to lay it in place. When the disc was complete I felt a
twist in my gut and my cock was instantly rock hard. She knelt down in
the center of the circle and hooked her finger at me, moaning softly in
desire. I walked over to her, dropping my towel on the way and her hungry
eyes locked onto my cock. I had never had reason to be overly proud of my
cock, 6" fully erect, but decently thick, however, my wife was a wonderful
woman and loved me dearly, and never gave me any reason to be depressed
about my size. When I stopped in front of her, for the first time since I
had known this woman, I saw a momentary flicker of disappointment cross her
face, and I could see in my mind that she was imagining a much larger cock.
For some reason, the idea both humiliated me, and made me even hornier. I
gripped her hair and roughly shoved my cock into her mouth, she moaned with
desire and opened her throat, taking my entire cock into her throat. Every
time I pushed my cock into her throat an image flashed into my mind of a
larger cock going down her throat, and the more she moaned, the more
aggressive I became, gripping her hair tightly and ramming my cock down her
throat. I knew she was imagining being gagged by a larger cock, and I became
obsessed with a need to make her gag on mine, I continued to shove it down
her throat roughly, and she took every thrust, her moans mocking me until
suddenly the slightest spasm and gag sound came from her throat. The sound
went through me like electricity, my cock began pulsing, shooting spurt after
spurt of cum into my wife's lovely mouth. After an eternity that must have
been only a few seconds, I pulled back, nothing left in my cock to even drip
out, and as soon as it was out of her mouth it deflated, and the wicked
expression on her face took on an angry tone. She looked me straight in the
eye as I sank to the couch in front of her, and pursed her lips. I watched
as she slowly spit every drop of my cum out of her mouth, something she had
never done before, any time I have cum in my wife's mouth since we first met
she had swallowed every drop eagerly. This direct rejection of me filled me
with humiliation, and the intense fire in her eyes nailed me to my seat as
she lifted her short skirt, showing off her smooth-shaven cuntlips. She
reached down and began stroking herself with her finger, never taking her
eyes off me, my cum had poured from her chin and splashed into a pool between
her knees on the intricate designs in the wood. I could hear, or, feel more
than hear a hum that became slightly more intense as she began to moan in
pleasure, I couldn't take my eyes off her dripping cunt as she shoved first
one finger in, then two, then three, pounding herself hard and fast. No matter
what I tried I couldn't get my pathetic cock to respond, it flopped uselessly
between my legs. My wife never took her eyes off me even in the grips of what
seemed to be an incredible orgasm, at least as powerful as the best I had ever
given her, and the humming reached an almost painful intensity. She screamed
and threw her head back, shutting her eyes and a bright pink light suddenly
shot from the disk of wood she was kneeling on and a shape seemed to rise out
of the floor and through my wife's body, lifting her to her feet, but with her
upper body still leaning back in apparent unconsciousness.

	The Image solidified into a powerfully built man with huge horns
sprouting from his temples and curling back into a tight circle. His eyes
burned with the exact same intense lust that had issued from my wife, and
this also rooted me to my seat. He seemed to be merged with my wife at the
waist, sharing her legs, his upper body emerging from her stomach as her
upper body dangled from his back. A huge, hardening cock began to rise from
beneath my wife's skirt, and the demon smiled at me as he reached down to
stroke it. "Finally, after many years, I have been summoned again, but I
find to my surprise, not loyal supplicants, but a pathetic husband and an
unsatisfied wife. I am known as Brezguul, the Joy- Bringer, and I find
myself in an interesting situation. I have been summoned, and I cannot
escape this realm until my lust has been sated, but the body I am
inhabiting is the only female here... though judging by your infinitesimal
member, you could probably pass for a woman enough for my purposes."

	I still couldn't move, but his words turned my stomach, my throat
and bowels clenched as he eyed me hungrily. "Y-you c-can't, I-I'm totally
straight, I c-could never..." My sputtering excuses sounded weak and
pathetic next to this perfect specimen of male sexuality and some
yet-unknown part of my mind spoke in a soft, submissive tone, maybe it
won't be so bad, the rest of my mind fought against it, but while it didn't
get any stronger yet, it never got quiet again.  The demon grinned at me
and my wife's upper body rose and he pulled it on like a dinner jacket, his
features melting away, leaving her face with his expression, and the huge
cock protruding from her crotch. Her voice had a wicked tone to it that I
found impossible to argue with "Come on Love, I swallowed your cock, the
least you can do is swallow mine."

	She stepped toward me, slowly stroking the huge thing, and when she
came to the couch she reached forward with her other hand, I was powerless
to resist, and couldn't shut out the little voice in my head, which was
giving me instructions now; open your mouth wide, keep your jaw open, and
your lips around your teeth.  She slowly pushed her cock toward my mouth
and I knew I could do nothing to stop her so I opened my mouth. The thick,
salty head pushed past my lips, and she slowly pulled my head forward, the
thick shaft sliding to the back of my throat where I gagged.  She actually
giggled, and moaned in pleasure, but spoke in a sweet voice "Relax Love,
open your throat, when I reach the back you should be between breaths and
swallow." I couldn't think, the loudest voice in my mind, shouting 'I can't
believe this is happening, this isn't happening, this isn't possible!' And
the little submissive voice saying 'That's right, breathe in rhythm with
her thrusts, swallow now, take it all." Suddenly I became aware that she
was truly fucking my mouth, the large ballsack slapping against my chin as
10 of her 12 inches disappeared down my throat. I breathed in time with her
thrusts, and she sped up gradually enough that I could adjust without
trouble. She suddenly gasped and pulled back until only the head was in my
mouth and I could feel it pulse and suddenly a thick jet of cum shot into
my mouth, the first stream nearly filled my entire mouth and I had to
swallow just to keep holding it in. She pumped four or five shots into my
mouth and then pulled all the way out and shot the remainder of her huge
load over my face and chest. I finished swallowing the cum in my mouth as
the quiet voiced sighed in contentment in my mind, and I looked up at her
happy that the demon had been sated and it would leave now. My wife (or the
demon) seemed to read my thoughts because that wicked grin spread across
her face again and she said "Oh you're not done yet honey, a demon of lust
can't be satisfied by just one orgasm, now turn around so Daddy can get to
your sweet little hole."

	I couldn't think, I couldn't believe that my wife had just
suggested I let her put that thing into my ass, but even more than
anything, I couldn't believe that I was getting up off the couch, turning
around, and bending over in front of her.  Small whimpers of fear tinged
with desire escaped my throat and my legs trembled, but the soft, sweet
voice in my head bubbled with excitement. "It's going to be all right Love,
it will hurt at first, but you will feel the pleasure soon enough. First
though, I need to get you ready."

	She got down on her knees and gently spread my ass with her hands,
I felt myself blush, but wasn't sure why, then I felt her hot little tongue
teasing my clenched hole. I gasped and tried to listen to the soft voice as
it told me to relax, and I could feel the hot, wet muscle try to work its
way into my rosebud. I felt her spit on my ass and her tongue went back to
work, then she stopped for a moment and I didn't know what she was doing
until I felt the tip of her wet finger press into my hole. I groaned as she
slowly worked the first knuckle and then the second into me, after she
worked one finger in and out a few times she started with a second. This
went on for a few minutes until she had three fingers pumping in and out of
my ass and the sounds I was making were less from discomfort and more from
pleasure. "I think you might just be ready now baby, but I want you to tell
me, when you can tell me 'Daddy, I want your cock in me.' I will give it to
you, but not before." And I felt her position herself behind me, the tip of
that giant cock gently rubbing against my now-empty hole.

	A part of my brain that had been silent for several minutes
suddenly sprang to life 'Yes! Just refuse to say it and she won't do it,
you'll be free!' but immediately the soft, submissive voice became loud and
strong, beating down the last shred of resistance as my mouth opened and I
heard myself speak in a submissive but insistent whimper "Please Daddy... I
want your cock in me, please fuck my ass!"  She gripped my hips hard and my
voice vanished as I felt the fire of her huge cock stretching me. She
wasn't gentle, but she thrust with a smooth and steady pressure, the pain
wiped out all thought in my head for a few moments. She managed to get
buried halfway before she had to pull back and try again, each thrust was
powerful and designed to get her cock as deep as she could. After the third
thrust, the pain was less intense and I could think again, her cock was
more than three quarters deep and I knew it would only take a couple more
thrusts before she had it buried to the balls. I felt myself push back
against her as she began her next thrust, suddenly she growled deeper than
I thought was possible, and her next powerful thrust got her fully buried
in me and she began fucking me for real. I could her growls of pleasure
from my wife and whimpers of desire and submission from my own throat. I
looked back underneath myself as she was pounding me and saw my own cock
was again rock hard as she was fucking me. She continued to pound me and
suddenly snarled with primal need and buried herself as deep as she would
go, I could feel her cock jerking inside me and knew she was filling my ass
with her thick cum, at the same time my own cock exploded all over the
couch beneath me. Again, as before she pulled out halfway through and
finished cumming all over my ass and back.  She moved over and collapsed
onto the couch, I could see the huge cock was no longer as big or as rock
hard, but it was far from limp. I could tell that after a short breather
she would be quite ready to fuck me again.

	I got down on my knees and crawled over between her legs, I placed
the tip of my tongue on her balls and slid it all the way to the tip in one
long stroke. She moaned in pleasure and looked down into my eyes as I
licked her cock. It didn't take long at all before she was hard and big as
ever. I smiled up at her and turned around, crawling over toward the circle
of wood and swaying my ass at her. She had made it beautifully so it used
the design to fit together like a puzzle. She growled with desire and got
on her knees behind me, stroking her thick shaft up and down my
crack. Suddenly with one last burst of strength, the part of my mind that
still thought I was a man took control of my right arm and grabbed the
wood, yanking it apart and separating the pieces. The demonic light went
out instantly, the humming was silent but my wife let out a howl of pain
and rage in a voice that was half hers and half the demon's, she dropped to
the floor convulsing and flailing. I couldn't see very well what was
happening, but after a few seconds her thrashing calmed and she collapsed,
breathing heavily. I crawled over to her and noticed that the huge cock was
gone, she seemed to be unconscious, but otherwise ok.  I picked her up and
carried her up to our bed, when I laid her down she murmured and seemed
like she was just fine. I went downstairs and picked up the pieces of the
circle, I took them to the fireplace and broke them into smaller pieces,
dropping them into the flames before heading to bed myself.

	It was over, I had won, the demon of lust was gone.

	I would learn soon enough just how terribly wrong I was.