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SPIRITS

LUSTY

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EPISODE 4

The huge car bucked after the speeding motorbike.

Nana Kwadwo knew he had to stop the tears and get a grip on himself, but he could not control the pain racking through his body and dredging up the tears.

He had always been too emotional, as his father used to tell him. Sometimes, he needed to perk up his backbone and let the steel show, but it had always been hard and well-nigh impossible.

The situation was worse now because he knew he loved her to bits. Even though his mind was telling him to call in his chips and cash out on her even though the loss would be astronomical, his heart was rolling on different waves.

She was giving him a pain that was threatening to explode his heart, but he couldn’t move away.

He needed her. Wanted her. Loved her.

Ewura Akua’s hair was streaming out behind her as she rode the motorbike, a skill he had never known she possessed. She took the hairpin turns with practiced ease, but he had to slow down considerably or faced the risk of having a most fatal accident.

“Oh, Akua, Akua, Akua!” he moaned as he tried hard to stay on the course.

Soon they left the woods behind and hit the streets of the town.

By now she was far ahead, hitting on the accelerator, and he had to strive to keep up with her. It was quite late now, creeping up to midnight. It was a quiet town, and the streets were almost empty, but there were a few late revellers around.

Nana Kwadwo saw people stopping to stare at the incredibly beautiful naked woman as she rode past. A couple of men even pointed their cameras, but she was going too fast, and they couldn’t capture her on video.

“Akua, stop, stop, oh Akua!” Nana Kwadwo screamed as he tried so hard to keep up with her, scared that he might lose sight of her.

He had always been a careful, law-abiding man, and never took unnecessary risks. He had therefore never sped past the speed limit before, but tonight he was breaking all the rules, stepping hard on the accelerator and blasting past red lights, and yet Ewura Akua still rode like a demon unchained.

And then suddenly he saw that the exhaust of the motorbike was emitting a lot of smoke, and it was jerking spasmodically. Its speed began to reduce, and Nana Kwadwo began to catch up.

“Oh, God, thank you Lord, thank you Lord!” he breathed with relief.

Ewura Akua was finding it difficult to control the faulty motorbike now, and suddenly she turned right and out of sight. Nana Kwadwo sped harder, and turned right too, and saw that he was faced with a big supermarket.

The parking lot in front of the supermarket was almost empty save for a huge flat black car and a white wagon.

Ewura Akua had parked the faulty motorbike and pushed it to the ground. At the same time three huge men wearing black leather jackets on black T-shirts and black leather trousers came out of the supermarket holding their shopping bags.

Two of them were wearing hats, and the third one had tied a scarf around his head. They were heavily tattooed, extremely muscular and looked mean indeed.

Behind them the supermarket door opened, and an old man came out. His face was wrinkled and he was wearing huge gold-rimmed spectacles. He was wearing a black suit and a blue shirt, and around his neck was a clerical.

An old pastor.

They all stopped when Ewura Akua began to walk toward them.

Nana Kwadwo stopped his car behind her motorbike and saw that the old pastor crossed himself quickly and turned his back on this spectacular beauty who was walking proudly toward them wearing only a pair of long white stockings, her breasts swinging enticingly, her figure exquisite.

The three huge men exchanged glances and grinned evilly.

The one with the scarf on his head and a devil tattoo on his brawny arms took a lollipop out of his mouth and whistled softly.

“Now that’s what I call a full pu**y!” he said.

Ewura Akua stopped a few paces from them and stuck a sexy pose, offering her breasts and licking her lips, her thumbs flicking her own nipples.

“Hi guys!” she purred seductively. “Feel for some hot fun? I got myself a real itchy pu**y that needs a rough pounding!”

The men exchanged glances again, and this time their grins were tinged with sudden lust.

“Oh, bitch, you found the right men!” said the one with the scarf as he walked toward Ewura Akua.

The old pastor walked up to the white wagon, opened the door, and began to get in, but he stopped suddenly when he saw Nana Kwadwo running toward the naked woman and screaming.

“Akua, ahhhhhhh, Akua! What is this? Are you such a harlot!” he was running and screaming, his heart beating with pain.

The huge man with the scarf had reached Ewura Akua now, and he took her in his arms, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and clamped his lips to hers.

Ewura Akua groaned and moulded herself into him.

The man’s right hand roughly mauled her buttocks as his two friends laughed and hooted with glee, rubbing their groins emphatically.

Nana Kwadwo, heart bleeding with pain, grabbed Ewura Akua’s shoulder and pulled her hard out of the man’s arms.

His tears fell hard as he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her very hard.

“Ahhh, Ewura Akua, what’s the meaning of this madness?” he groaned with terrible pain. “Ahhh, Akua, ahhhhhh! Are you mad? Are you mad? Why are you treating me this way?”

“I told you to hit it, Papa!” Ewura Akua murmured hoarsely. “But you didn’t! But I want it bad, Daddy! My cu*t is so dripping wet, my body aching for good scr*w, and all you wanna do is pray! Leave me alone!”

She tried to drag herself free, but Nana Kwadwo held on tight.

“Hey!” said the huge man with sudden fury. “The lady said let her go! So release her!”

Nana Kwadwo turned on him with tears falling down his face.

“You keep out of this, you fool!” he said angrily.

“You calling me a fool?” the man said, and then his fist swung out savagely into Nana Kwadwo’s stomach, causing him to grunt with pain and release Ewura Akua.

The man swung a roundhouse that almost tore Nana Kwadwo’s head, sending him falling down heavily on the ground.

He lay on the ground, dazed and bleeding from the nose. He fought for consciousness as he turned painfully on his side.

The old pastor looked on grimly as the huge man once again drew Ewura Akua near and kissed her hard, fondling her breasts with obvious relish.

“Come, Princess!” the man said gruffly, indicating the black car. “Let’s go have us some good fun!”

“Oh, yes!” Ewura Akua said and began walking with the man.

Some people have come out of the supermarket now, but they were all standing still.

Nana Kwadwo saw them walking away, and he struggled painfully to his knees.

“Please!” he screamed as his tears fell down his face. “Please, please, for the love of God, listen to me!”

The three brutes turned and looked at him as blood dripped from his face. Ewura Akua turned too, and struck a disdainful stance.

“That lady is my wife,” Nana Kwadwo said, and then he began to weep pathetically. “We got married today! She’s not of herself, please. Don’t do this evil thing, I beg of you. Please, please…let her go!”

Two of the men stopped laughing, and there was something like unease on their faces. The one in the scarf, however, grinned evilly. Nana Kwadwo could see the huge bulge in the man’s trousers, and his heart beat with terrible pain.

“Hey, bozo, go home!” the man in the scarf said. “Let me hammer your wife tonight, maybe for the week. You can have her back later!”

He laughed shrilly, and Ewura Akua smiled coldly.

“Let’s go, handsome!” she cooed and turned away again.

“Ewura Akua!” Nana Kwadwo screamed, and then he got to his feet slowly.

She turned, and for a very brief second a look of absolute dismay crossed her face, but it was gone suddenly and was replaced by the coldness again.

“If you must go, so be it,” Nana Kwadwo said as he quickly pulled off his wedding ring and flung it toward her. “Go have your fun, Ewura Akua. Our marriage ends now.”

Weeping, heartbroken, Nana Kwadwo turned away.

The ring hit the ground, and began to roll away fast past the group of people, and they all stared at it until it hit the foot of the old pastor who was still standing beside his white wagon, and then it stopped.

It didn’t fall down flat, though. It still remained upright on its rolling face.

Weeping wildly, tears blinding him, Nana Kwadwo went to his car, entered, gunned the engine, and executed a frenzied U-turn.

His phone was ringing, and when he looked down he saw it was Oforiwaa…

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