radiotelegraphy
an experiment in erotic communication
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Nate and the Crossroads
PT 1 | PT 2
Part One
"Yeah bitch! Take it! I just teabagged your ass!" Nate howled in victory as he guided his digital soldier through a series of suggestive crouches on his computer screen. His howl died as the door burst open and his mother's head appeared, her frizzy red hair bound up in a haphazard array of curlers.
"Cheese and Rice, Nate! Keep it down in here, willya? It's after nine and your father is trying to sleep!"
"Okay mom, God!" Nate rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen just in time to see himself get pwned by a rocket to the face.
"Dammit! Now I'm dead. Happy?"
His mother was unsympathetic. "You watch your mouth, young man! One more swear and you're grounded!"
"Okay! Okay!"
She left with a bang. Sighing, Nate quit the game and sat back in his chair. He ran a hand through his own frizzy red mop and sighed again. Another exciting Friday night in the Stevens' household. Playing video games and jerking off, then in bed by ten o'clock. Somewhere out there parties were happening. People were getting laid. Those people were attractive. Popular. Nate was painfully aware that he was neither of these things. He was a geeky, hopeless virgin, a casualty of his own hormone ravaged fifteen-year-old body. Sometimes he felt so sexually frustrated that he thought he was going to explode.
Speaking of which, it was about time he got down to business.
Nate dropped his pants and clicked the mouse, opening a hidden folder to a video of his favorite porn star Brooklyn sucking like a vacuum cleaner on some lucky bastard's cock, a sensation that he despaired of ever experiencing for himself. Nate liked Brooklyn because she was a foxy, stacked brunette with a body built for porn. 'Liked' was perhaps not quite the word. It would be more accurate to say that he was infatuated with her, and in one form or another Brooklyn was present in all his hottest, stickiest fantasies. Nate would happily have sold his soul for just one night with her--if he'd thought his soul was worth anything.
He was wanking steadily and whispering sweet nothings to the screen when his sixteen-year-old sister Stacy barged in without knocking.
"Hey dork, have you seen--OMIGOD!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Nate yelled, doing his best to cover his dick and hide the screen at the same time. He really, really, needed a lock for his door. His sister squealed and fled, hollering as she went down the hall.
"Mom! Nate said the F-word! And he was masturbating!"
Nate pulled up his pants and let his head fall to the desk with a thump, wishing he had a gun so he could just blow his brains out and get it over with.
* * * * *
The next morning at breakfast Stacy kept kicking him and sticking her tongue out like a five-year-old. Nate kicked back and immediately regretted it.
"I heard that if you masturbate you'll go blind," his sister declared loudly. "Is that true, Mom?"
"No honey, its not," their mother answered, looking at Nate with an embarrassed smile. He poked at his fruit loops and pretended not to notice, silently praying that a tiny meteor would crash through the roof and vaporize him.
"Masturbation is perfectly natural and healthy," his mom continued, then turned toward her husband. "Isn't it, dear?"
Dad choked and had to gulp down half his orange juice before he could recover. "Err, let's talk about something else. What are you doing today, Nathaniel?"
"Nuthin," Nate replied, though he was entertaining plans of finding a tall building to leap from, or perhaps quietly suffocating his sister with a pillow.
"Wanna come help out at the store? We just got a new shipment in."
"Sure."
His dad was co-owner of an antique shop downtown. Once in a while he found some cool stuff, but typically the place was crammed full of useless junk and smelled like old-people farts. Nate didn't care. He was up for anything that would get him out of the house and away from these crazy women. He still harbored a suspicion that he'd been adopted--sure, he had a birth certificate and seemed to have inherited his mom's red hair, but those kinds of things could be faked. He had a feeling that he was some kind of mutant or maybe an alien from another planet. But if he wasn't from outer space, his family definitely was.
Sometimes he secretly studied them at dinner, wondering what dark secrets they were trying to hide. With his sister it was obvious: she was pure concentrated evil. She also looked nothing like him or mom. Stacy had their dad's dark hair, and Nate was forced to admit that she was at least reasonably attractive. Mom was too. She'd put on a few extra pounds but he supposed she was in pretty good shape for being thirty-nine.
His mom also seemed a little insane. She was always apologizing, worrying, or praying. She acted like everything that went wrong in the world was somehow her fault. Nate saw the clear signs of a guilty conscience, but besides occasionally burning dinner or forgetting to wash his favorite jacket, she'd committed no crimes that he knew of.
Dad was...well, Dad. He was fairly uncomplicated. He had a lame sense of humor, was passionate about his model ships and never drank or raised his voice. He was a tall, stocky man, dark-haired and mildly handsome. Nate wondered if his dad secretly resented having a son that was nothing like him.
Nate himself seemed to have been modeled after a short, scrawny Tom Sawyer, complete with buck-teeth and freckles. Which was forgivable if you were, say, eight, but not when you had pubic hair and were nearly old enough to drive.
He pondered the cruel nature of his genes as he sorted through boxes of junk in the back room of the antique shop. Then a violent jingle turned his attention to the front door and he looked out to see Jack--his dad's balding, beer-gutted business partner--come striding in with his teenage daughter Claire in tow.
Nate's heart began to beat faster. Claire was very blonde, very pretty, and only a month older than he was. Her dad quickly disappeared into the office and left her alone in the front of the shop. It almost seemed like fate, but Nate wasn't fooled for a second. Claire was just as evil as his sister, maybe even worse. Still, she was hot. Incredibly, stupidly hot.
He peeked out from the back room, staring at her flawless legs as she began scrutinizing the jewelry case. She was wearing jean shorts and a white baby-tee, both garments hugging her luscious teenage body so tightly that Nate figured she might need surgery to get them off. Knowing it was destined to be a tragic mistake but still unable to help himself, he cupped his hand to his mouth, checked his breath, and went up to her. He cleared his throat nervously, noting with dismay that she was still a good two or three inches taller than he was.
"Hi, Claire. How's it going?"
She looked at him like he was something she'd stepped in and was eager to scrape off her shoe.
"Oh. Hi Nate."
"Hey, we got some new jewelry and stuff that I was just, uh, going through..." he babbled, trying not to stare at the huge twin globes of her tits even though they were straining the material of her shirt far beyond its structural limit. He also tried not to stare at the small gold cross that dangled hypnotically just above the bulging cleft of her lightly-tanned cleavage.
Naturally, he failed. For someone who acted like such a prude all the time, Claire sure didn't dress like one. Besides being a cheerleader and class president, she was also a proud bible-thumper, one of the kids that went around school praying for whatever it was that needed praying for--presumably real meat in the salisbury steak or better pep rally attendance.
It suddenly dawned on him that he'd been stammering. And staring. Nate peeled his eyes away from her chest, looked hesitantly into her icy blue eyes and finally dropped his gaze to the floor.
"Um, what I mean is, if you wanna take a look at anything in back I could--"
"Hey, I got an idea," Claire interrupted, smiling beautifully. "How about you not talk to me, like ever. Okay? Thanks."
"Uh, sure." Nate wandered dejectedly back to the storeroom, keeping his eyes peeled for any conveniently pointed objects to stab himself with.
"You should know better by now," he muttered to himself as he started to rummage through the last box. "You're going to die a virgin. Get used to it."
Just then something sliced the tip of his finger and he pulled back, wincing and feeling faint as a drop of blood gathered and fell. The sight of blood always made him queasy, especially when it was his own. He squeezed his fingertip and looked to see what he'd cut himself on. All that was left in the box was an old leather-bound book tied with a ratty cord. The corners were worn and there were no sharp edges that he could see. He decided that he must have jabbed himself with a splinter somehow.
Nate picked up the book and turned it over in his hands, seeing that it was covered with weird mystical symbols like something right out of Harry Potter. Amused, he untied the cord and opened it, carefully flipping its brittle pages as he tried to decipher the chaotic handwriting within. Sure enough, it was a book of spells. Or at least that's what it claimed to be. He saw sections on how to put a curse on your neighbor, how to cure a toothache, and how to protect oneself from witches and demons. The last part was the most interesting, and Nate found himself grinning and reading it aloud.
"How to Sell Your Soul for Fame and Fortune."
He read on, his smile slowly fading as he considered what he was looking at. It was a detailed recipe for summoning demons; the where, the how, the why, the precautions you needed to take. It was basically a roadmap straight to Hell, and Nate couldn't wait to try it.
He felt bad about smuggling the book out of his dad's store, but he figured he'd probably be bringing it right back anyway once he found out it was garbage. Of course it was garbage. That crap about selling your soul at the crossroads only happened in movies. Demons weren't real. Hell, he doubted that souls were even real. Claire and his sister were living proof.
He faked a headache and got his dad to take him home, with his father muttering something about sudden headaches being hereditary as he dropped Nate off at the front door. His research began the minute he got to his room. According to the book not just any crossroads would do, it had to be remote, secluded, and someone had to have been hanged there. Using the modern magic of the internet Nate eventually found one that would fit his needs, though he was fairly surprised at how long it took. Being in the Midwest he'd imagined that someone had been hanged at practically every crossroad in town. Apparently that wasn't the case.
Next he had to prepare for the summoning ritual. He took the old tin box that he'd used to keep his Army men in and dumped it out, placing inside it a lock of his hair and a wadded up Kleenex with another drop of his blood on it. Now all he needed was some dirt from a graveyard and a graven image of the form he wanted the demon to take. After about five seconds' thought he knew what it had to be, and in another few minutes it was ready.
It was already mid-afternoon as he hopped on his bike and pedaled toward the outskirts of town. The tin was in his backpack along with a folding shovel and a flashlight. He'd considered waiting, but it seemed fitting somehow to do the deed near sunset on the day before the Sabbath. Mmm. Sacrelicious.
Not that anything is going to happen, he thought as he pedaled and sweated. But hot damn, wouldn't it be awesome if it did?
He stopped off at the old cemetery just long enough to grab some dirt and put it in the box. The place was overgrown and spooky, with the weathered angel statues seeming to watch him silently as if waiting for him to turn his back. Those things severely creeped him out. They were almost as bad as clowns.
A short while later he skidded to a halt at the crossroads. It was at the intersection of an old dirt road and a highway that few people used anymore. Supposedly in the eighteen-hundreds a few murderers and horse thieves had been hanged there, and to Nate's surprise the hangin' tree was still standing, bare and twisted with all the branches broken off. The spot was secluded all right, desolate even. Rolling fields of wild wheatgrass stretched away in all directions and there wasn't a soul in sight.
It was dead quiet as Nate stepped off his bike and buried the tin box next to the road. Inside was the hair, the blood, the consecrated dirt, and the image...a color, full-body picture of his girl Brooklyn looking smokin' hot at some awards show in a slinky, see-through black dress.
Hey, it never hurt to dream.
It was late afternoon now, with the sun hanging low in the sky. He figured that was good enough. He dusted off his hands, stood, and began the summoning.
"Um. I wanna make a deal, I guess." He held his breath and looked around, listening for the slightest noise, watching for the barest flicker of movement. There was nothing.
Big surprise.
"Hey, demon!" He shouted at the sky, now certain that nothing was going to happen. "I wanna make a deal!"
A female voice spoke right in his ear, soft and sultry.
"What kind of deal?"
Nate screamed, tried to dart sideways, then tripped and fell into the dirt. He whirled around and froze as he saw a woman standing there on the side of the road, one hand resting lightly on an outthrust hip, her full lips curved in a wry smile. And holy fuck, it was Brooklyn. Her dark hair hung in a stylish pageboy cut, her dress clung to her like translucent grey-black latex, revealing her milky cleavage and every generous curve of her body. Nate could even make out the dark indistinct circles of her nipples and the shadowy patch of close-trimmed hair on her pussy.
He hadn't thought it possible to be erect and terrified at the same time, but now he knew better. He rose slowly to his feet and cleared his throat, reminding himself that he needed to be in charge, in control.
"Hi," he said meekly.
"Hi." The woman stepped forward and extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
Nate eyed her warily. "Uh-uh. No way. I'm not gonna shake your hand till we make a deal."
She smiled and withdrew her arm. "Whatever you say, kid."
"So, um, are...are you really--"
"Brooklyn? No, but this is the shape you wanted, so I took it." She slid her hands slowly downward over her breasts and along her hips. "Not a bad choice, I gotta say."
Nate was aware of a growing stickiness in his shorts. "So, uh, what's your real name?"
"You can call me Maxine," she answered. "And you are Nathaniel Laurence Stevens, aged fifteen and a virgin, seemingly for life."
He blinked at her in awe. "How did you--"
"I know things. I'm a demon."
"But you're really a girl too, right?" Nate stammered.
She was starting to look annoyed. "Yes. I'm a girl. A girl demon. Got it?"
"Okay, then I order you to kiss me." He commanded, leaning forward and presenting his lips.
The demon laughed--a sharp, unsettling sound that chilled Nate's blood and prompted him to take a step back.
"Listen kid, I'm not your slave. You bring me here, we make a deal. That's it. So if you don't mind, let's get down to business. I got places to be." She produced a Palm Pilot seemingly from thin air and stood waiting, stylus poised.
Nate had heard only the first few syllables. He was staring spellbound at her tits, about three seconds away from full-out drooling.
"Hey. Up here, Romeo." She waved her hand and finally got his attention. "So, what is it you want more than anything else?"
That was easy. "I want girls to like me," he said.
"Hmm." Maxine touched the end of the pen to her bottom lip. Nate was never so jealous of a writing instrument in his life. "You might want to be a little more specific."
"I want girls to like like me," he added, feeling himself blush.
"Oooh, the double like. That's serious," she said in a mocking tone. "Lemme ask you a question, kiddo. Are you sure you really want to do this? Are you really prepared to throw away your eternal soul just to get some teenage nookie?"
Nate hesitated. When she put it like that, it did sound a little dumb.
"I thought so." The demon smiled thinly and then turned away. "Go home," she called back, throwing him a dismissive wave as she walked toward the intersection, her large, sleekly rounded buttocks twitching provocatively beneath her shiny dress. "Just relax, spank the monkey twice a day and wait for college. Trust me, everyone has a chance there."
Nate set his jaw. The thought of going back home to his lonely--and face it--pathetic life was more than he could stand. He couldn't take another day of it, let alone years.
"Wait." He lunged after her and caught her by the arm, surprised at his own assertiveness. Her skin felt soft and very warm, almost hot. Maxine raised one perfect eyebrow and looked at him with an expression of newfound interest.
"Let's make a deal." He looked her in the eye, placed a hand on each of her smooth shoulders, and kissed her. Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted like honey. She smelled like a spicy blend of perfume, wood-smoke, and some other musky, heady aroma that he couldn't quite define, but something about the scent triggered a violent surge in his cock and added a small torrent of pre-cum to the already sticky mess in his shorts.
A second later she pushed him away with a firm but easy shove.
"Why Nathaniel," she said, feigning shock. "There might be some hope for you after all."
* * * * *
"So, as per the agreement, you," Maxine said, pointing at him with the pen, "Nathanial Laurence Stevens, will become completely irresistible to women for a term of twenty years, at which time we will collect that which is owed, namely your soul. Both parties are prohibited from extending or reducing this term by any means, nefarious or otherwise, except by mutual agreement. In the event of incidental death or quote-un-quote 'Act of God,' collection will take place immediately."
She looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Any questions?"
Nate shrugged. He was becoming more and more convinced that he was dreaming all of this.
"Not really, no."
"Good. Sign, please." She twirled the Palm toward him and held out the pen.
Nate signed, feeling strangely okay with it even as the pen and PDA evaporated in his hands like mist.
Maxine shook his hand. "A pleasure doing business with you."
As he enjoyed the feel of her hand in his, an overdue thought pushed its way to the front of his muddled, lust-filled brain.
"Just a sec. You said that in twenty years you would, uh, collect what I owe you. How is that possible if I'm still alive?"
"Oh, that." She frowned slightly. "We send a pack of hellhounds to rip you to pieces and then carry those pieces screaming down to the Lake of Fire."
Nate began to smile, certain she was joking around. His smile quickly died as he saw the look on her face and realized that she was dead serious.
"Sorry, kid." The demon said with a shrug. "Them's the breaks." She kissed him softly on the cheek, her moist, almost scalding lips leaving behind a fiery mark that flared brightly before fading away. Then she was gone, vanishing in the space of a blink as a sudden gust of wind sent dry leaves skittering across the road.
Nate rubbed his face distractedly, too stunned to react to either the kiss or his gruesome death sentence. He collected his gear and rode back towards town, growing surer with every mile that he'd imagined the whole thing and was in need of some serious therapy.
Daylight was fading fast as he turned off the highway and onto Main Street. He was so deeply absorbed in thoughts about the nature of his mental illness that he didn't notice the small blue hatchback that swerved slightly as it passed from the opposite direction, the brown-skinned college girl behind the wheel looking at him with such rapt fascination that she missed the next curve and drove right into a ditch. Dazed, confused and inexplicably horny, the girl stared into her airbag and wondered just what it was about that skinny little white kid that'd made her crash her car.
Unaware of his imminent peril, Nate coasted down the hill and into downtown with the idea of grabbing a Gatorade or something at the corner store. He rode into the parking lot and was about to chain up his bike when he noticed a pair of Girl Scouts standing at the curb, looking nearly identical in their brown uniforms and black berets. Neither could have been older than eleven but they were staring at him with an intensity that made him feel uncomfortable.
A creepy shiver went up Nate's back as they looked at each other and began walking in his direction.
"Uh, hi there, girls. What's the--hey!" He broke off as they suddenly grabbed hold of him, each girl taking an arm and yanking in a different direction.
"I saw him first!" One yelled at the other. "Let go, you turd!"
"No way! I saw him first!" The second responded, pulling hard on Nate's wrist. He stood there speechless as the two girls continued to play tug-of-war with his body.
"Bitch!" The first one screamed.
"Whore!" The second replied.
"Ok, enough!" He wrenched himself free and grabbed his bike, seeing that a small crowd had gathered in front of the store to watch the spectacle. Most were women, and they all seemed to have a distracted, flushed look on their faces that he wasn't sure he liked. He hopped on his bike and started to pedal, noticing with some dismay that the women were following him. He went faster. They started to run. Nate pounded the pedals for all he was worth, wishing that tricky demon bitch Maxine would appear right in front of him so he could run her over.
Just when he seemed to be in the clear he was blindsided by an athletic, brown-haired teenage girl who jumped on his back, hooked her arm around his neck and began kissing violently at his ear. Nate swerved, lost control and hit the curb, tumbling onto the grass in front of the McDonalds with the girl on top of him. She pinned his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth so roughly that he tasted blood. Then the other women arrived and the athletic girl was knocked aside as they rushed in and practically smothered him in a frenzy of arms, hair, lips, and cleavage.
Nate might have almost enjoyed it if he hadn't been so busy fighting for his life. They were coming at him from all sides and now there were at least twenty women crowding around, squabbling over him like he was the last X-Box on Black Friday. A plump hairdresser sat on him only to be pushed over by a grey-haired lady who looked old enough to be Nate's great-grandmother. He felt his shirt ripping, his shorts being tugged at as hands groped wildly at his chest, ass, and crotch. Someone got hold of his nuts and squeezed, sending a dull shock of agony blasting through his body.
"Help!" He screamed, curling up into a fetal position. "They're killing me!"
He saw that some of the nearby men were beginning to pull the women back, then for a minute he couldn't see anything as a well-endowed Milf tore open her shirt and buried his face in twin mountains of warm titflesh. It was actually rather nice until he realized that he couldn't breathe. He pushed and flailed until someone pulled her away, and, gasping for breath, he saw a clear path to his bike and crawled toward it, praying all the while that some fat woman wouldn't jump on him and break his spine.
Then there was the sudden whoop of a siren, and to Nate's immense relief a police car nosed in against the curb just a few feet away. His relief faded as he saw a stocky, tomboyishly attractive female cop get out and step toward him, a dazed, heated look appearing on her face as she reached for her belt and whirled to face the approaching crowd.
"Back off, you crazy cunts!" She yelled. "He's mine!" She then proceeded to unleash a torrent of pepper spray into the faces of a dozen women as she yanked Nate up by his collar, tearing it even further. Then as the women fell back shrieking, the lady cop slammed him back against the door of her car, caught him around the waist and kissed him, dipping him back in her arms like that photo of people making out at the end of World War II.
I gotta get the fuck outta here, Nate thought distractedly as the policewoman's tongue forced itself into his mouth. This shit was crazy. Hot, he added as he sucked tentatively at the cop's salty lips, but crazy.
He was rescued by the athletic brunette who tackled the cop to the ground and started biting her on the leg. Putting on a burst of speed, Nate evaded both of their clutching hands and scrambled towards his bike, faked out a Girl Scout and finally managed to grab the handlebars. After a running start he hopped on and pedaled like mad down a side street, his body feeling bruised and violated.
"Irresistible, huh?" He muttered. "Well fuck you, Maxine. Fuck you right in the ass."
Nate hooked left down an alley then turned right again, allowing himself to relax a little as he looked back and saw that no one was following. He look ahead again just in time to see the bumper of a minivan clip his front wheel as it backed out of a hidden driveway. Once again he went tumbling, this time right into the side of the van, banging against it with his shoulder and elbow as it jerked to a halt.
"Ow fuck!" He yelled, clutching his throbbing arm.
"Oh my God! Are you ok?" A petite soccer mom jumped out of the driver's side door, her look of concern immediately changing to one of dazed lust. At the same moment no less than five preteen girls poked their heads out of the van's windows and gave a collective sigh of longing as Nate quickly picked himself up, grabbed his bike, and ran. The front wheel was tweaked so he tossed the bike into the bushes and took off down someone's side yard, jumping a hedge and scaling a fence before taking refuge in a shed two houses away.
He sat wheezing in a shadowy corner, trying to recover his breath and come up with a way out of this mess. He was only a few blocks from home. If he could make it there he'd be safe, at least for a while.
After a few minutes Nate left the shed, climbed over a brick wall and landed beside a pool, thinking it best if he stayed off the street. He was halfway through the yard when he noticed a woman sitting on the patio with a drink in her hand, watching him. They locked eyes and she smiled brightly. Nervous, Nate returned the smile, wondering if and when she was going to attack. The thought of it wasn't so terrible, actually. She looked thirtyish and was tan and pretty, with curly light brown hair and a well-curved body just barely covered in white shorts and a bikini top.
"Come on over, hon," she said in a soft southern accent. "Ah won't bite."
Nate hesitated for a moment then obeyed, his fear giving way to a different sort of anxiety as she reached out and took his hands, pulling him right up in front of her.
"Well well. What's a nice boy like you doin' in my back yard?" The woman said, looking up at him with her face flushed and eyes sparkling.
"Um, I..." He forgot whatever he'd been about to say as she ran her hand slowly over his groin, her touch sending a surge of nervous excitement through his dick and outward through the rest of his body.
"Aww. You brought me a present," she drawled, grinning and rubbing his cock through his shorts. "How thoughtful."
Nate was instantly hard. Now this was more like it. He froze as the woman deftly unbuttoned his shorts and tugged them down, his dick popping out only to be immediately caught in her warm, wet mouth. He looked on giddy disbelief as she worked her lips down over his shaft, not stopping until she had him swallowed all the way to the root. Then her head began to bob at his groin, sucking him quickly and rhythmically as he stood there trembling, his breath coming in hot gasps. The feeling was indescribable, driving all coherent thought out of his brain and leaving only the hot, liquid sensations of her mouth gliding over his eagerly straining flesh. The feeling quickly intensified into an urgent tingle, growing and growing until...
"Hey babe, I got the Merlot--" Nate heard the quiet bang of a screen door and glanced over to see a man standing on the opposite end of the patio with wineglasses in his hands and an expression of utter shock on his face. The woman paused in mid-suck to look over at him, the side of her mouth and cheek bulging outward with Nate's cock. For a long moment no one moved, then the woman turned her attention back to Nate and casually swallowed him all the way down to the base again, her tongue sliding out to lick the top of his nutsack in an impressive show of oral talent.
That did it. Forgetting the presence of her boyfriend or husband or whatever, Nate gave a feeble groan and began to ejaculate furiously into the woman's sucking mouth, his legs shaking as she held him by the waist and continued to work his spurting dick with her talented lips and tongue. Nate moaned and shivered, lost in a world of pulsing carnal bliss that was far better than anything he'd ever imagined.
Then like a needle scratching across a record, the bliss abruptly ended.
"You son of a bitch!" The man snarled and leaped toward him. Nate backed away, his still-throbbing penis slipping reluctantly out of the woman's mouth as he hitched up his shorts and ran. Somehow he got over the wall, and dazed and exhilarated he kept running until he was several blocks away, finally taking cover behind a thick hedge. He lay on his back, panting and grinning like a loon. Against all odds he'd actually gotten his dick sucked, and by a hot older woman no less. It was starting to look like this deal might be worth it after all.
He rested for a good fifteen minutes, watching the stars come out as he planned his next move. Home first, he decided. A shower and some band-aids and he'd be good to go, maybe back to see if Blowjob Woman was still around, or he could try to find someone else. As long as he avoided groups and public places he figured he'd be ok.
Just then he heard quiet voices coming from the direction of the house. The beam of a flashlight suddenly blazed into his eyes, and, half-blinded, he was just able to make out the shapes of several pale figures standing on the lawn.
"I told ya somebody was in the yard," A girl's voice said.
"Whaddya think we should do with him?" Another girl asked pointedly.
"Or do to him?" Yet another girl said, giggling.
"Hey, just a minute!" Nate protested, getting to his feet. Before he could do anything else someone yelled 'get him!' and he was being jumped by four teenage girls, his arms taken and held securely while a pillowcase was yanked down over his head. His feet were grabbed next, and voices whispered and laughed around him as he was half-carried, half-dragged over the grass and to the house.
Looks like I'm gonna get raped, he thought, not quite sure how to feel about it. He was taken inside, the living room smelling of girls, popcorn, and cookies. He was dropped onto a soft rug and turned over onto his back with a girl securing each of his arms and legs, pinning him firmly to the floor. One went so far as to sit on his left hand, the heavy warmth of her butt feeling nice against his palm. He gave her ass a squeeze and was answered with a squeal and a wiggle.
An unseen radio was belting out Katy Perry's latest slut anthem as the girls debated what to do. There was a lot of heated whispering that was difficult to follow, but he could tell that he was at the forefront of the discussion.
"Well, its Leslie's birthday," someone commented aloud. "Let her decide."
"That's right, it's my birthday," a girl who must have been Leslie said, sounding excited. "I say we have some fun with him." There were murmurs of agreement and Nate's heart began to pound wildly.
"Remember, we all gotta share." One reminded.
"Right. But the birthday girl goes first." Another said. "Go get him, Leslie!"
His left leg was released as someone (Leslie apparently) crawled over him and rolled the pillowcase up to uncover his face. He got a quick look at her, seeing long brown hair and a pretty face with green eyes and a slightly upturned nose. She looked about his age, maybe a little younger. Then she came in close and her warm, slightly sticky lips closed over his in a passionate kiss. Nate kissed back, thinking she tasted like strawberry chapstick and something salty-sweet, like kettle corn. It was his first real kiss, and he found he that he was liking it. A lot.
There was a chorus of quiet giggling, and then a gentle pat on the tented zipper of his shorts made him realize that his hard-on was standing straight up like a flagpole. Both his hands were being sat on now, with a handful of asscheek in his left and what was very possibly a handful of warm crotch in his right, though it was kind of hard to tell through the girl's jeans. His face grew hot but he stayed the course, giving the girls on his hands a series of firm squeezes as the kiss became deeper and hotter, with Leslie sucking eagerly on his tongue as soon as he offered it.
Someone patted his straining cock again, following it with a slow, tentative stroke that moved down along the cloth-covered shaft to stop with a light squeeze on his balls. Nate lay in a daze as the girl to his right started to rub his hand against her jeans. He was being kissed, fondled and generally molested by four strange girls, and that was something with which he was very much ok.
Leslie moved her body against him, her butt grinding on his lower stomach in a way that had him instinctively humping up at her in an attempt to rub his cock against her ass. She wasn't quite close enough for it, but he felt a helping hand quickly enclose his bulging cock as the fourth girl began to tug it through his shorts. At almost the same instant both girls on his hands got up, and Nate watched as the one on the right--a skinny, nerdy blonde--wriggled out of her pants and dropped them to the floor. He caught a brief glimpse of dark blonde bush as the girl kicked off her panties and sat down again, straddling his hand and lifting it up between her legs to press it firmly against warm, moist flesh.
Nate's fingers trembled as he explored his first real live pussy. He felt the soft, short fuzz and tender slit, his middle finger almost being sucked in as it slipped between the lips and into the hole. The girl's pussy was tight and hot and seemed to cling to his finger as he slowly moved it in and out. The chubby brunette on his left had also stripped out of her pants and crouched down, holding his wrist as she humped her furry snatch against his hand. He examined her plump, oily cuntlips with his fingers, amazed at how smooth and delicate they felt.
Meanwhile the birthday girl was covering his mouth with soft, sucking kisses that made him even more lightheaded than he already was. He was dimly aware that the fourth girl seemed to be unzipping his shorts. Nate pushed two fingers into the chubby brunette's muff and began to probe her slick fleshy tunnel, wondering if it was possible for a fifteen-year-old to have a heart attack. His pulse was racing, his chest burned, his limbs were shaky and he couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Then Leslie abruptly broke their kiss and climbed up to straddle him, clamping her thighs on either side of his head and hiking up her skirt to give him a mouthful of panty as she smothered him with her hot, musty crotch. He licked hesitantly at the cloth of her panties, distracted as he felt his cock being freed and lifted. There was the weight of a body settling on his lap, and a sudden moist, engulfing tightness sank down over his cock, spreading down over his shaft until he felt the girl's thighs pressing against his hips and he realized that she'd sat on his dick and taken him balls-deep into her pussy.
Holy fuck, it felt good. He gave a shuddering groan as his hips rose instinctively, pushing in even deeper as the girl held still on top of him, her tight little snatch hugging his cock as he humped himself up at her with absolutely no rhythm or control. At this point he wasn't too surprised when Leslie stood, nearly kicking him in the face as she stepped out of her panties and quickly sat back down, mashing the steamy lips of her bare teenage cunt against his mouth. The musky, slightly metallic taste and smell of her thrilled him as he licked at her fleshy folds, giving a muffled groan as the unknown girl on his dick began to move up and down, letting his cock slide slowly in and out of her clingy twat.
Gone were the giggles and whispers. The only sound was that of the music and the occasional quiet gasp or groan. The girls were so magically horny for him that all they seemed to care about was touching and humping him, even to the point of neglecting that basic tenet of Health class, the condom. Not that he was complaining.
Nate felt that whatever else might happen, at least now he could die a happy man. He was literally surrounded by soft, wet pussies. Two fingers of each hand were buried in the squirming, juicy muffs of the girls on either side of him while the birthday girl straddled his face and ground her hot box against his mouth. The last was riding him like a cowgirl, taking his throbbing shaft all the way down to his nuts before rising up, dragging her slippery fuckhole back to the tip of his cock before she slammed back down and impaled herself again.
It was more than hot; it was complete sensory overload. Nate was cumming before he was even aware of it--the urgent, exquisite pressure suddenly surging up and bursting out of him like the foam from a well-shaken soda. He heard the girl on his lap give a surprised gasp as he began to shoot off into her pussy, his cock pumping violently as his hips rose in several sharp, shuddering jerks. As good as the blowjob had been, Nate quickly decided that the sensation of nutting in this girl's tight, receptive cunt was even better. She was bouncing even harder on him as his orgasm trailed off, the continuous friction on his sensitive cockhead feeling so good that it almost hurt.
He concentrated on licking and sucking the increasingly wet snatch on his face, and judging by Leslie's dazed, distant expression it must have felt pretty good. Nate slurped and tongued harder at her swollen labes, wondering if he could make her cum.
It was the girl on his dick who came first, or at least that's what he assumed from all the shaking and whining she did before slowly climbing off him, his dick falling back against his stomach with a wet slap. He got his first look at the girl as she crawled up beside him to watch him eat out her friend. She had short reddish-brown hair and was still wearing her glasses, and Nate immediately recognized her as Allison, his best (and only) friend Steve's little sister. She'd turned thirteen less than a month ago, and she was holding her pussy like it was sore, or like she was trying to hold his cum inside her. Or possibly both.
Steve is gonna be pissed, Nate thought, then surrendered to another surge of pleasure as the nerdy blonde let go of his hand and moved onto his lap, immediately sliding his cock into her pussy and sitting down on it with a breathy grunt. He was still as hard as ever, his excited dick throbbing wildly as she began to bounce erratically on top of him, her warm fleshy tunnel gripping his cock and even squeezing down around it weakly whenever she sank down on him to the hilt.
He was distracted from this new sensation by Leslie as she clamped her thighs tightly around his head and proceeded to cum on his face with a long, shuddering moan. Nate licked harder, lapping up the influx of her syrupy juices as she ground her cunt against his mouth a few more times and then relaxed, moving off only to be replaced by the chubby brunette. This new pussy felt hot against his tongue as he began to lick it, noticing that she had a sharper, tangier flavor that reminded him of sour apples. Half his attention was on eating her; the other half focused on the snug twat that seemed to be sucking on his dick as the blonde girl slowly rode it.
It wasn't long before he nutted again, his cock lurching and spurting as the blonde girl grunted softly, seeming to cum herself as he unloaded inside her. Then it was Leslie's turn, and to his everlasting pride his cock still hadn't shrunk an inch when she slipped it into her extremely wet snatch and proceeded to ride away on it. She didn't seem as tight as the first two girls but her pussy was still nice and snug, almost massaging his dick as it moved in and out of her.
He came in Leslie just before she got her own nut and moved off to let Allison go again. His cock seemed to freeze after that, staying hard and feeling good but never getting close to cumming again even as each girl took another turn, one bouncing happily on his lap while the other two waited on the sidelines--or in this case, the couch. The chubby girl seemed content with humping his face, glazing it with her juicy slit.
By that time his tongue was getting sore and his dick felt bruised, so when the chubby brunette came on his tongue for the second time Nate decided to make a break for it. They'd showed no sign of stopping or tiring, and, not eager to be fucked to death, he quickly slid out from under the brunette, slid out of the blonde, grabbed his shorts and ran for the door. Still bare-assed naked, the girls chased him for a whole block until he lost them by hiding in an empty dumpster. He watched from under the lid as they stopped, looked around for a minute, and then headed back in the direction of the house looking disappointed and confused.
He stayed put for another few minutes just be sure then got out and made his way home, feeling dazed, drained, and completely awesome. Just as he was gliding ninja-like up the driveway it occurred to him that his own mom and sister might very likely attack him as well. Gross. Fortunately the house was dark, and a quick look in the garage told him that his mom's car was gone. With any luck Stacy would be out with a friend or something. The thought of getting sexually ravaged by his own sister made him feel slightly queasy. His cock didn't seem to mind the idea, though, stirring stickily in his shorts as the unbidden mental image of what Stacy might look like naked flashed through his head.
"Enough already, Jesus." He muttered as he let himself into the house. He was probably just in a kind of nookie shock, or Post Traumatic Sex Disorder. He'd gone from zero to superstud in a very short time so he supposed there were bound to be some side effects.
He headed for the shower first, since he was sore and sweaty and positively reeked of pussy. He nearly freaked out when he discovered streaks of red on his dick, but when he washed it under the spray he was relieved to find himself whole and uninjured. Nate grinned and held his dick out like it was a sword.
"I dub thee Cherry-popper,' he intoned solemnly, then giggled. He felt like an idiot but was too exhilarated to care.
The water felt insanely good and Nate stayed in the shower until he was relaxed and wrinkled, then stepped out to dry off, looking forward to barricading himself in his room and taking a long nap.
Part Two
Nate's stomach growled as he rummaged through the fridge. On the way to his room he'd realized that he hadn't eaten anything since the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he'd had for lunch, so he made a quick detour to the kitchen still wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
"One cannot fuck all night on only a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," he mused, grabbing a soda and some leftover pizza before heading to his room. As he was going down the hall he noticed that the light under the bathroom door was on. He was pretty sure he'd turned it off. Just as he was hurrying past the door it opened and his sister Stacy emerged wearing pajamas and a sleepy expression.
"Hey," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Where you been, dork?"
Nate edged slowly past her, doing his best to sink through the wall and disappear.
"Uh, um, nowhere." He stammered. "Out. Went for a ride. Goodnight."
Stacy looked at him curiously as he slipped into his room and slammed the door. He put his shoulder to it and listened, hoping she hadn't gotten a dose of his Satanic sexiness and would just go away. No such luck. His heart began to pound as he heard the soft creak of the floorboards just outside his room. It was quiet for a long moment, and then he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the doorknob start to turn. There was a push on the door and he pushed back, resisting with the weight of his body.
"Nate?" His sister's voice came softly from the other side. "Can I come in?"
Don't do it, he warned himself. It's a trick. She never calls you Nate unless she wants something. He kept quiet and held his breath.
There was another, harder push on the door. Nate held it closed, but he didn't think he could keep it that way for long. He wasn't the strongest guy in the world and his sister was still taller than him. She also had breasts to give her better upper-body leverage.
"I know you're in there." The soft, patient voice continued. "Can I come in? Please?"
Nate was afraid. This was not his sister, who if she wasn't insulting him was either yelling, whining, or pouting, often all three at the same time. There was a long silence broken only by the thumping of his heart.
"Nate?"
He gave in. "What?"
"Can I come in?"
"Why?"
"I just wanna talk to you," she purred. Her voice was unusually husky, almost sexy.
"You promise?" He asked, feeling his resolve weakening. She didn't sound dangerous. Plus his shoulder was getting tired.
"I promise. Hand to God."
He moved away from the door and Stacy came in. A second later she had her arms around his neck and was trying to kiss him. Nate broke away and backed up.
"Liar!" He yelled, pointing an accusing finger at her.
"Sorry," she shrugged, eyeing his bare chest and wetting her lips like he was a new flavor of ice cream that she couldn't wait to try. "Have you been working out? You seem...different."
He took another step back. "Different? How?"
"I dunno, like hot different," she said, following him. "Oh, there is something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah? What's that?" Nate bumped into his bed and fell back over it. Now he had nowhere to go except out the window.
"I wanted to say that you shouldn't masturbate so much," Stacy said, smiling a crooked little smile as she crawled on top of him. "When you have me just down the hall to take care of you."
Nate swallowed hard. Then his sister's warm lips were on his neck, kissing and sucking wetly as she stripped away his towel and rubbed her pajama-clad body against him. The threat of impending incest didn't bother him as much as he'd expected it to. In fact he was already rock hard as she slowly kissed her way down over his chest. Nate stared at the ceiling as if paralyzed, the last of his resistance fading as he felt a warm breath on his cock. Then his sister, the very same person that had tormented him most of his life, took the head of his penis in her mouth and began to nurse on it as she rubbed her hands up and down soothingly over his stomach.
Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax and enjoy the very pleasant sensations of his sister kissing and sucking at his cock, making out with the helmet-like tip as if she was in love with it. He was drifting, almost half-asleep on good feelings when an unexpected flurry of movement prompted him to open his eyes. He was just in time to see Stacy--now totally naked--move back in and lay on top of him, the rounded cones of her soft tits coming to rest firmly on his chest and the smooth, shaven bump of her pussy mound pressing up against his thigh. She put her face to his and kissed him on the lips, her mouth open, her minty tongue immediately finding his and dancing slow circles around it.
Dude, you're kissing your sister. This mental reprimand fell short as Nate discovered he didn't particularly care, especially as he discovered how good a kisser Stacy was. Her naked body felt really good against his, and he thought Hell, why not? He gave in and encircled her with his arms, returning her steamy kisses to the best of his ability.
Moving herself so gradually that he was barely aware she was doing it, she slowly edged her legs over until she was straddling him, his cockhead rubbing excitedly against the soft skin on her mound. A moment later, still kissing him, she reached down and guided his dick into her pussy. Nate felt her heat spreading down around his cock, her juices wetting him as he slipped in inch by inch. He moaned into his sister's mouth as her warm cunt swallowed him up, not stopping until he was buried as deep as he could go.
So far, incest was turning out to be pretty cool. Stacy pulled her head back and looked down at him, her face glowing with lust.
"So, is this better than playing with yourself?"
"Oh hell yeah," Nate groaned. She began to move and he put his hands on her ass, playing with the round fleshy cheeks as they tensed with her movements, her wet pussy alternately engulfing and releasing his cock. He gazed down between her outspread legs to see her swollen lips clinging to him, coating him with a glistening slickness that soothed the ache in his overworked penis. Stacy's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, looking like she was enjoying it just as much as he was.
After a few minutes Nate decided he wanted to try being on top for a change. He pushed his sister over to the side, but instead of rolling onto her back she got on her hands and knees and lifted her bare butt up at him. He accepted the invitation and moved in eagerly behind her, taking a moment to admire his sister's smooth round asscheeks, her dimpled partially-hidden butthole and the fleshy split underneath where he could see her pouty cunt lips hanging slightly apart, waiting for him.
With an involuntary groan he put the head of his dick to her slit and watched as it spread her open and slowly disappeared into her juicy snatch. Stacy's asshole seemed to wink at him as he bottomed out, and, grinning at the overall awesome weirdness of the last few hours, Nate began to fuck her, loving the view as well as the sensation. Her ass jiggled slightly with each thrust, her head rocking to the rhythm of his cock.
Nate fucked harder, his sister's soft groans and gasps urging him on as he gripped her by the waist and began to pound her slippery crevice without mercy, taking revenge for all the years of teasing and torture he'd endured at her hands. His hips slapped violently against her butt, her body jerking with each forceful shove of his penis. Stacy took it all, bucking and grunting like some wild, sexy animal, her face mashed down into his pillow as she pushed herself back at him as if wanting even more.
Both their bodies were glistening with sweat. Nate could feel her pussy quiver around him every time he thrust in, her breath coming in deep, moaning sobs. He was feeling the initial twinges of his approaching nut when the door to his room suddenly popped open and their mother appeared with an expression of complete shock on her face.
"What in the holy heck!?"
Nate froze; his cock buried balls-deep in his sister's pussy. He had an inexplicable urge to say this isn't what it looks like, but he ended up saying nothing at all as his mom fussed and fidgeted nervously in the doorway for a moment before coming in. Looking displeased at the interruption, Stacy gave their mother a dark glance then dropped her head and started corkscrewing her hips, making Nate's penis twitch excitedly inside her.
"Oh, just look at what you're doing!" Mom said in exasperation, wringing her hands. "If your father saw this he'd pitch a fit!"
Seeing that she was starting to fall under the same spell as his sister, Nate began to fuck Stacy again at a somewhat slower pace, curious to see how his mom would react. It felt weird to be naked and doggy-styling a girl on his bed right in front of her, though, especially since that girl also happened to be his sister.
Yeah. Weird didn't really begin to cover it.
Mom came over and sat on the bed next to them, giving a long wistful sigh.
"Oh, my babies," she said, putting one hand on Nate's hip and the other on Stacy's lower back as if to feel them moving together. "You really shouldn't be doing this."
"But Mom, it feels so good," Stacy whined. Their mother rested her head against the side of Stacy's butt and sighed.
"I know it does, honey, I know."
Nate felt like he was in some kind of hot, incredibly strange fever dream as his mom reached up between Stacy's legs and began to rub his balls. The eager twinge in his cock returned, prompting him to fuck his sister with long, hard strokes, his nuts quickly tightening as they prepared for release.
Mom seemed to feel it too. She let go of his balls and shoved at his hips until he slipped out of Stacy's pussy.
"Don't you dare ejaculate in there, young man!"
Frustrated at being so close, Nate moaned. "But Mom--"
"No buts, mister! Do you want to get your sister pregnant?"
Nate slumped. "I guess not."
"I don't care!" Stacy said, wiggling her ass impatiently. "I want him inside me!"
"Hush," Mom replied, smacking her daughter lightly on the rump. "You'll get your turn."
Nate watched in a horny daze as his mother squirmed out of her jeans and underwear and leaned back on the bed, revealing her firmly toned legs and fiery red-orange bush, The lips of her pussy were large and plump, parting to show the glistening pink valley within as Mom opened her legs and motioned him closer.
"Come here, honey." She cooed. "It's okay."
You came from that, he told himself as he climbed up, the primal urge to fuck overwhelming any hesitation. His mom held him by the waist as he got into position and slid his cock into her mature slit. She was very warm, very wet, and tighter than he expected. Stacy was lying beside them, watching with a sort of jealous fascination as he began to fuck their mom with rapid thrusts that made her large, bra-holstered breasts heave and bounce. His orgasm swiftly built up again until he came with a low grunt, nutting deep and vigorously in his mother's snug twat before falling limp in her arms, panting and ashamed.
"Mmm yes," Mom said, holding him tight and kissing him all over his face. "Good boy." She began to lift her hips, fucking herself up at him and moaning. There was an unexpected touch on his back and Nate felt his sister move up behind him, hugging him around the chest as she rested her soft body on top of his. He was sandwiched between his mother and sister, his semi-hard penis surging back to full stiffness as Stacy leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Fuck her," she said emphatically. "Fuck her good."
Nate obeyed, answering his mother's upward bumps with thrusts of his own, her cum-slicked pussy making soft squelching noises around his dick. Stacy's hips were pressed against his butt, matching his movements as if helping him to fuck. It wasn't long before Mom was thrashing and groaning, lifting her greedy cunt up to meet his cock until she cried out loudly and jerked, her pussy giving him a few firm, enjoyable squeezes before she fell back gasping and shivering on the bed.
He'd just made his mother cum. Nate was pretty sure that was illegal.
Stacy slid off him and laid back, her legs splayed wide as she began to stroke her own swollen twat. Then to Nate's shock his mom sat up, pushed him back and began to suck on his creamy, still-rigid cock, her frizzy red head bobbing as she cleaned it thoroughly with her mouth until it was shiny and spotless.
Then she guided him over to his sister. She held his penis around the base and pushed it into Stacy's glistening pink-lipped pussy as if wanting to make sure it was done right. Stacy whimpered and closed her eyes as he began to fuck her, with Nate staring at her firm, bouncy tits and small brown nipples as they wobbled in time with his pounding. Now fully naked, Mom climbed over him and enclosed his body once again in moist, warm female flesh. He could feel the weight of her motherly boobs resting against his back, soft and heavy.
Feeling like he was in some kind of fuck trance, Nate licked at his sister's nipples, trying in vain to catch them in his mouth as she moaned and bucked wildly underneath him, fucking him just as much as he was fucking her. Her pussy seemed to mold itself to his cock, gripping and hugging him as if reluctant to let go.
Just when he was thinking that he might have one more nut left in his depleted balls, he looked up to see his dad standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The look of bewildered agony on his face made Nate want to crawl under a rock. He halted in mid-stroke but his mother finished it for him, bumping her hips forward to push him the rest of the way into his sister. Then without a word his dad turned and left.
Talk about a boner-killer, Nate thought miserably, feeling his dick finally give up and start to shrink. Stacy gave a frustrated groan as his half-limp penis slipped out of her. She started tugging on it and trying to get him hard again, but all that did was send a dull, painful throb through his already-abused wang.
Nate stopped her by sliding two fingers into her cunt and fucking her with those instead. She seemed to find this acceptable, kissing him almost frantically on the forehead as she flexed her hips up to hump herself on his probing fingers. In a few minutes she came with a violent shudder, and Nate extracted himself from between her and his mother and began to search for some clothes. He was feeling worn-out, guilty, and more than a little confused. A lot had happened in a very short time. He needed time to regroup and think.
Mom grabbed him as he was pulling on a shirt, dropping to her knees and sucking eagerly at his limp cock. Nate shuddered at the aching tickle it caused and pushed her away, managing to break her grip long enough to pull on his pants. Then Stacy caught him from behind and held him as his mother kissed him on the mouth, her wet lips caressing his lovingly as she tried to unbutton his pants again.
With a sudden lunge Nate twisted out from between his two sex-crazed relatives, grabbed his shoes and ducked out through the window before they could stop him. He banged his head on the window sill, swore loudly, then dropped down onto the lawn and ran.
"You get back here this minute, mister!" His mom called after him as she leaned out the window, her large pale breasts exposed in the glare of their neighbor's floodlamps. Nate ran until he was a safe distance down the block then headed for the only place he might be safe; Steve's house.
There was a flicker of light shining out from his friend's upstairs window, and Nate tossed pebbles at the glass until Steve's chubby silhouette appeared, BB gun in hand.
"What the fuck, dude?" He hissed down.
"I need a place to hide." Nate responded. "Anyone else home?"
"Naw, it's just me. What's up? You kill somebody?"
"No. I just need to lay low for a while. Can I come up?"
"I guess."
Nate went up. A few minutes later he was doing his best to explain what had happened to him without sounding completely insane. Steve just looked at him from behind his glasses and shook his head.
"Cool story, bro."
"I'm not making it up! It's all true!" And it was...mostly. Nate had chosen to leave out a few minor details like the fact that he'd fucked Steve's sister Allison and then gone on to do the same with his own sister and mom.
"Sure it is. Wanna play some Soul Caliber?"
It seemed that stronger measures were required. Nate needed help from someone, even if it meant humiliating himself further.
"Here." He shoved his fingers in front of Steve's nose, the same ones that he'd fingerbanged Stacy with less than ten minutes earlier. His friend's eyes went wide.
"Dude, what's that?"
Nate felt his face burning. "Stacy. Her vagina, to be exact."
"You did your own sister? Sick." Steve grinned, looking impressed despite the brief flicker of jealousy that flashed across his pimply face. It was common knowledge that he'd had a crush on Stacy since he was ten years old.
"So do you believe me now?"
Steve shrugged. "Okay, if you are some kind of supernatural pussy magnet, prove it. Let's go back to your house and--"
Nate saw where he was headed and cut him off. "No way. It's not safe there. You don't know how crazy these girls get, especially in large numbers."
"Fine." Steve sighed, then looked thoughtful. "Hey, what about Maria?"
Maria was the geeky Mexican girl who lived next door. She was fourteen, chubby, wore a retainer and was just as unpopular as they were. Despite all that Nate sometimes thought she was kinda cute, and apparently so did Steve.
"All right, sure." He figured that one girl wouldn't be too hard to manage now that he had backup. And Steve was his bro. The least he could do was share the wealth.
Maria's bedroom window was directly across from Steve's. Nate knew this because they'd spent many a night watching it in the hopes of seeing her undress or stand naked in front of her mirror or something--the kind of shit that always happened in movies but never seemed to happen in real life.
They went out into the yard and tossed pebbles at her darkened window until the curtain moved and a shadowy face appeared. Nate motioned her to come down, and about thirty seconds later Maria slipped quietly out her front door and came toward them dressed in a set of rather snug, rather pink Disney Princess pajamas.
"Hi," she said, completely ignoring Steve and staring at Nate with intense interest.
"Hi." Nate responded smoothly. "Wanna have sex?"
Maria didn't hesitate. "Okay." She smiled, looking shy but excited.
Nate could almost hear Steve's jaw hitting the ground as he took her by the hand and led her inside the house. She came along willingly and sat down with him on Steve's bed, and, enjoying the chance to be in control for once, Nate quickly lifted her pj top and pulled it off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her plump, light-brown adolescent tits jiggled slightly as he took them in his hands and gave each of them a squeeze. Maria gasped, her head tilting back and lips puckering like she wanted him to kiss her.
Briefly wishing that it was blonde, stuck-up, delicious Claire that he had half-naked in front of him, Nate leaned in. Maria met him halfway, kissing him feverishly as Steve used the opportunity to sneak over and grab a handful of tit for himself. She didn't seem to mind the extra hand, even moaning softly into Nate's mouth as Steve palmed both her boobs and gripped them so tight that his fingers sank deep into her warm flesh.
Nate felt a touch at the front of his pants and saw that Maria was trying to unbutton him. To his surprise he felt himself respond, his cock rising into a firm semi as her trembling hands worked awkwardly at his zipper. He returned the favor by sliding his hand down the soft curve of her belly and under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, navigating behind her panties and through soft curls of hair to the hot, moist slit, feeling Maria's legs swing open as he began to play with the delicate little lips of her pussy. The sensation of his fingers gliding over her slick wet folds was getting him even harder, and he wondered how many pussies this made for him tonight. Six? Seven? It was starting to become a blur. A warm, sweaty blur.
After a little more fumbling Maria got him out and broke their kiss to duck towards his groin. Nate saw no reason to interfere. He pulled his hands away and sat back on his elbows, seeing Steve slide his own hand into the crotch of her pjs to explore for himself.
There was a sudden, warm wetness around the head of his cock and Nate groaned as Maria did her best to swallow him all the way to the root. She stopped about halfway, gagging, then started to suck enthusiastically on all she could. He guessed that she hadn't had much practice, if any. She occasionally scraped him with her teeth but overall it still felt good. He noticed that Steve was slowly tugging her pajama bottoms down, revealing her chubby brown thighs and dark wispy-haired pussy as he worked her bottoms and panties off together. Before long she was naked, and Steve moved her into a kneeling position with her cheeky Latina culo sticking high in the air as she continued to suck away on Nate's dick.
"Fuck yeah," Steve moaned, staring at his first real-life eyeful of pussy and ass. Amused and increasingly horny, Nate watched as his friend grabbed Maria's butt, pulled the cheeks apart, and buried his face right in her crack. She seemed to like whatever he was doing, moaning around Nate's cock and giving it a long throaty suck almost to the balls. It appeared she was a quick learner. Nate sighed in pleasure, his rigid pole tensing in her mouth as her lips flexed and drew at him, coating his shaft with her saliva.
Steve kept tonguing her crack for a few minutes then pulled away, his face red and hands shaking as he dropped his pants and moved up to guide his stubby erection between Maria's meaty brown cheeks. His aim seemed rather high, and with a mild shock Nate realized that he was going for her ass. Maria gave a choked cry and bit down on his cock as Steve pushed, the look of rapt, open-mouthed ecstasy on his face making Nate feel rather envious.
He looked on as his friend began porking Maria's tight Mexican butthole, pumping his hips with slow, shaky jerks while she whined and gasped, her quivering lips still sealed firmly around the head of Nate's dick. Steve finished after only about ten strokes, gripping Maria's chubby hips and wheezing as he nutted up her no-longer virgin ass.
Nate was considering trying it for himself when he sensed wetness trickling down the side of his shaft. He looked down to see Maria crying silently as she mouthed his dick, her lips puckered and quivering as tears ran slowly down her cheeks to fall on his cock. It was both fucked up and strangely hot at the same time.
"Okay, that's enough." Nate said, feeling a stab of guilt as he gently pushed her off of him. She gave a quiet sob as Steve pulled out, wiped his cock and pulled up his pants with an embarrassed look in his eyes. Nate kept Maria occupied by kissing her salty, tear-moistened lips as Steve quickly got her dressed again.
"Alright," Steve said, looking ashamed and a little scared. "You disappear for a few and I'll see if I can get her home."
Nate nodded and took off, ducking out through the window and jogging away down the street. He hid in the bushes and watched as Steve led the girl out like a sleepwalker, taking her up to her door and ushering her inside. After a few moments Steve crept out and Nate returned to meet him on the lawn.
"I told her it was just a bad dream," Steve reported. "Think she'll believe me?"
"Probably." Nate replied, feeling slimy.
They went back up to Steve's room and sat in awkward silence for a few minutes.
Finally his friend sighed. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Huh?" Nate hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Dude, you're basically fucked. You can't go to school, or the mall, or anywhere without getting mobbed. You said you can't even go home. Looks to me like that demon chick royally screwed you over."
"Yeah, she did." Nate admitted sourly, then seized on a glimmer of hope. "Maybe there's a way to reverse it...I'd need to look at the book."
Steve looked at him. "And the book is where?"
"Home." Nate's hopes faded. Home, where his mother and sister were waiting to fuck his brains out, and where his dad was probably deep in a shock-induced coma.
"Dude, I hate to ask this, but at any time during your deal with the devil did it occur to you that there might be, I dunno, a fucking twisted, evil downside to any of it?"
Nate stared at the floor, feeling like a complete idiot. He'd been too busy drooling over Maxine's huge tits and thinking of unlimited sex to worry about anything else.
"Well shit, lets do this then." Steve said, jumping to his feet. "But we gotta gear up first."
* * * * *
Fifteen minutes later they were stealing down the darkened streets. Nate sweated under his five layers of anti-rape clothes and karate pads while Steve took point with a hockey stick wrapped in foam rubber and duct tape. Their objective was Nate's bedroom, where his backpack should still be sitting next to the desk where he'd left it.
They reached Nate's house without incident. His room was dark and quiet, but somehow Nate didn't trust it. Steve went in first, sliding the window open and crawling in with assassin-like stealth--at least until he bumped into Nate's nightstand and almost knocked the lamp over. From his hiding spot just outside, Nate heard the shifting of bedsheets followed by a soft feminine groan. There was just enough light for him to make out Steve's face as his friend reappeared at the window and mouthed the word Stacy and then, grinning, added the word naked.
Nate rolled his eyes and motioned for him to hurry up. With a glance of longing toward the bed, Steve turned and vanished back inside. Nate winced at every bump and rattle, expecting to hear his sister begin screaming bloody murder at any moment. After what seemed like ages Steve came back to the window and handed out Nate's backpack with the grin still on his face.
"Dude," he whispered as they moved across the lawn. "Your sister has a great ass. I totally copped a feel!"
Nate punched him on the shoulder and they ran the gauntlet back, with Nate diving for cover every time a car passed by. Yeah, he definitely didn't want to spend the rest of his shortened life hiding in bushes and jumping out of windows. Even if he could get unlimited pussy.
Back at Steve's he pulled out the book and looked through it again. What he found wasn't very comforting.
"Ok, says here that a bargain can be altered," he read, "but at further cost to the bargainer."
Steve looked up from the TV. "Like what? They already got your soul."
"I dunno," Nate sighed. "Maybe I can get her to just tear up the contract or something."
"Yeah. Good luck with that, dude."
Nate threw down the book in anger. It wasn't fair. He'd just wanted what every teenage boy wanted since the dawn of time. It wasn't even so much about sex. He'd just wanted girls to like him, to stop treating him like a pimple on the ass of humanity.
He made up his mind to go back to the crossroads at dawn. Maybe he could still fix everything somehow. Nate asked Steve to come with him and was flatly refused.
"No thanks, man. I like my soul right where it is."
Nate slept on the floor, his cock and conscience aching, the door barricaded against possible female intrusion. For a long while he couldn't fall asleep, but at last his tired body gave in and he dozed, dreaming of darkness and fire.
He awoke just before dawn. He borrowed Steve's bike and set out while it was still dark, hoping to avoid being seen and molested. It worked. Nate made it to the crossroads just as the sun was rising. Wincing, he added a fresh drop of blood, covered the box with dirt and closed his eyes. Almost immediately he recognized the spicy-sweet scent of Maxine, a scent that now reminded him of sex.
"That was fast," she purred from behind him. "Too much for you to handle?"
He could almost hear the smirk in her voice. Nate turned and glared at her, trying to ignore how hot she was.
"You tricked me."
She rolled her eyes. "Duh. Demon. And your request was pretty vague. I warned you that this was serious business, remember? Face it, kid, you just got greedy. You could have just asked for what's her name--Claire--to fall in love with you. But no, you had to have it all."
"Fine," he said, sulking. "Just take it away. Delete the contract. Whatever."
She laughed softly. "Oh, Nathaniel. It doesn't work that way. You can be put back to normal, but it'll cost you."
"How much?" He asked weakly, already knowing he wouldn't like the answer.
The Palm Pilot suddenly appeared in her hands. She made a few calculations then looked up at him somberly.
"Ten years."
"Ten years?"
"On this date, when you're twenty-five, you will hear an eerie howling in the distance. As it gets closer you will hear growls like tearing sheet metal. No matter where you try to hide, they will find you. You won't see them, you'll only feel the teeth ripping into your skin as they drag you under."
Nate sat heavily on the ground, his heart thumping dully in his chest.
"Or," she continued softly, "you can go back home. Right now your dad is opening the bottle of Jack Daniels he keeps in the garage. A little early for a drink perhaps, but after what he saw last night, well, perhaps we should forgive him. Your mother is locked in the bathroom, scalding herself in the shower and begging for forgiveness. Your sister, the naughty girl, is about to wake up from a very erotic dream to find herself in your bed, naked, aroused by the smell of you on the sheets. Humiliated, she will go to her room, take the razor she keeps in her drawer and--"
"Shut up," Nate said miserably.
The demon shrugged. "Several very confused girls are wondering if they're pregnant this morning. One woman is icing a black eye, a gift from her enraged husband. I could go on, but I think you get the picture."
"How do I know you're not lying?" He stared up at Maxine, hating her.
"You don't," she said, walking up to him. "But you'll find out soon enough." She was so close now that he could almost see under her dress, but for once the idea gave him little pleasure. What he really wanted right then was to give her a black eye of her own.
Maxine sighed as if reading his mind. "Look, I actually like you, kid, so I'm gonna give it to you straight. We're going to get your soul now no matter what. Ten years or twenty, it doesn't matter all that much. The question is, how long can you live with yourself? Give this up now and it won't get any worse. You can still have a fairly normal life, for a while. Or you can have the alternative. You've already seen what that's like."
Some choice, Nate thought. Ten years of relative calm or twenty years of sheer insanity. Nate held out his hand for the pen.
"Wait," he said just as she was handing it over. "I want something else."
Maxine eyed him curiously. "What?"
"You."
She smiled. "Flattering. But I'm not for sale."
"Just for one night," Nate said resolutely. If he was gonna go to hell in ten years he at least wanted one of his greatest fantasies to come true. The demon paused as if considering, then scribbled something in her PDA.
"Okay. Me. For one night." She held the Palm out to him. "Happy now?"
"Fuck you." Nate took the pen and signed, feeling soulless already.
Maxine only grinned wolfishly. "See you soon, Nathaniel." And she was gone. It was only then that he realized they hadn't specified when he'd get his night with her.
"You really are a fucking idiot," he told himself as he gathered his things and headed home.
None of the women he saw on the way attacked him. Nate was almost disappointed. He'd had the power to seduce any woman he wanted and he'd given it up after barely twelve hours. What a puss.
He soon found out that Maxine had been telling the truth, though. As soon as he got home he saw his dad sitting alone in the living room, staring at a blank TV screen with a half-empty bottle next to him. Nate met his sister in the hall, where she stared at him, turned red and bolted to her room, slamming the door behind her. His mom gave a little shriek as he passed the kitchen, dropping her coffee mug and proceeding to clean up the mess while babbling incoherently to herself.
Great job, dude, he congratulated himself darkly. You've ruined everyone's lives.
Nate flopped into bed, feeling completely drained. Maybe when he woke up he'd discover that it had all been a wild, fucked up dream.
He awoke hours later to the persistent beeping of his instant messenger. He sat down blearily at his computer, seeing that he had IMs from three different people. One was Steve wanting to know "how it went with the demon chick." The second was from someone called 'princessbubblegum909.'
"OMFG what did you DO to us last nite??? Stay away or ill call the cops RAPIST." The name on the profile was Leslie Thomas. Wonderful.
The last message was strange. There was no screenname, just the ominous text: "Tonight."
Oh God. People were stalking him now. He responded to Steve and told him how it went. Steve replied with his most heartfelt condolences.
"Dood, that sux."
Nate signed off and ventured into the kitchen to find his mom cooking frantically, a nervous smile plastered tightly on her face.
"Hi Nate," she said with forced cheerfulness. "Dinner's almost ready. Go get washed up."
"Ok." Nate mumbled, automatically heading to the bathroom. Stacy opened her door, saw him, and slammed it closed again.
Dinner was a surreal nightmare. Nate was aware of the clock ticking loudly on the wall as his mother chattered away to herself, hardly touching anything while Dad ate like a silent, glassy-eyed robot. Stacy glared at him as she picked at her food and when she reached for her glass Nate glimpsed two long, fresh-looking cuts on her upper forearm before she pulled her sleeve down again. Halfway through the meal his dad got up and left the table, looking sick. He didn't come back.
Finally it was over. Just as Nate got up to clear the dishes his mom suddenly grabbed his hand.
"I prayed for you," she said, a fervent gleam appearing in her eyes. "I prayed for us all."
"Okay, Mom." He answered, not knowing what else to say. She was starting to scare him a little.
His sister disappeared and left him to do the dishes alone, which for once he didn't mind. If he'd thought life was shitty before, now it was beyond fubar. He had no idea how to even begin fixing it.
Feeling truly hopeless, Nate dragged himself to his room, turned on the light and nearly pissed himself as he saw a dark figure sitting on his bed. But it wasn't Satan come to gloat over him, it was Maxine, still hot and still wearing the slinky black dress.
"Nice room," she said, looking around casually.
Nate glowered. Maxine leaned forward, pouting.
"Remember our deal? Me? For one night? I thought you liked this body."
He did, but that was beside the point. "My life is ruined and you're fucking evil," he said bitterly. "Excuse me if I'm not overjoyed."
She shrugged, her large breasts heaving mightily underneath her dress.
"Regardless, I'm still here for the whole night, ready to fulfill your every whim, no matter how vile or depraved. So what do you want to do first?"
Despite everything Nate felt himself getting warm. "You'll do anything I want?"
"Yep." Maxine smiled. "Anything."
"Ok. Put everything back the way it was."
The demon shook her head. "I can't. Even if I had the power, it's against the rules."
It figured. "So what can you do?"
"Oh, lots of things." She reclined back on his bed, stretching her bare limbs luxuriously. "But I had something more...carnal in mind." Maxine briefly uncrossed her legs, showing him a flash of bare pussy lip.
Nate's cock immediately swelled an inch or two. She met his gaze and he felt himself weakening. She may be an evil hellspawn, but she was an incredibly sexy evil hellspawn.
"I was thinking you might be interested in these," she said, tugging down the flimsy straps of her dress until her tits popped free--pop, pop--one right after the other. Each of them was smooth, round, and perfect, with light brown nipples that seemed to harden right before his eyes.
Nate felt himself salivating. He took a step forward as if drawn by their gravitational pull.
"Or maybe you'd like this," she added, pushing the dress down over her wide hips to reveal the short, beautifully landscaped patch of hair on her plump pussy mound.
He walked slowly to the bed, moaning involuntarily at the sight of her naked body. He knew that body by heart, had tugged himself raw over it hundreds of times. But seeing it up close and in person was almost more than he could take.
Nate fell toward her and his hands landed right on the full globes of her breasts. He moaned again as he squeezed and hefted, feeling how warm, how soft, how heavy they were, the nipples poking out as if asking to be sucked. He caught one in his mouth and nursed on it happily, loving the firmness of her flesh and the sweet, intoxicating smell of her skin.
Maxine lay there smiling, passive, letting him enjoy her. He slid a hand down along her waist and over the silky curve of her hip. Oh yeah, he was gonna enjoy the hell out of her. His cock was rigid and straining as he considered all the filthy perverted things he could do to her. Nate let his eyes rove down her body, drinking in every detail from the button-like recess of her navel to the succulent, finely sculpted lips of her pussy, her long smooth legs, and even her delicate little toes.
Part of him wanted to punish her, to get revenge. The other part insisted that he do what every boy really wanted to do to his dream girl; make sweet, sweet love to her. He ended up doing both.
He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her mound, the moist heat of her cunt almost scalding his trembling fingers as he began to stroke her slit. And, despite all the action of the previous night, there was already the distinct danger that he might go off in his pants at any moment.
Maxine moaned softly below him. He studied her face and wondered if she was faking. As far as he could tell, she wasn't. Her smile had faded and she was laying there, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, her tongue pushing gently against her lower lip as she lifted her hips to rub her steamy pussy against his hand.
Well, Nate supposed, his pulse racing wildly. I guess there's no reason demons can't get horny too.
Unable to resist the needy ache in his cock any longer, he dropped his pants and slid on top of her, her legs snapping open like they were driven by a steel spring. He wanted nothing more than to jam his dick into her and start fucking away but somehow he managed to hold off. First things first.
He moved down and buried his face in her landscaped pubes, the short, soft hair tickling his nose and chin as he inhaled the rich sexual scent of her pussy. Just the smell of her was enough to make his overexcited cock twitch and release a tiny squirt of cum onto the bedsheet. Drawn irresistibly inward he put his mouth to her hot, swollen cunt, kissing and sucking at the fleshy lips like he was starving for it. Maxine gasped and arched on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as if wanting to see what he was doing.
"Ohh fuck yes," she moaned, pumping her hips and grinding her snatch against his mouth. "Lick it."
Dizzy with lust, Nate did as instructed, enjoying the salty-sweet taste and slippery texture of her pussy as he slurped at it with his tongue. Just when he was really getting into it she groaned and pulled him up over her.
"I want you inside me," she said breathily. Her eyes flashed and smoldered as she hooked her legs behind his waist and pulled him closer. "Now."
Shaking, Nate obliged. He didn't have to do much. His cock homed in on her pussy like a heat-seeking missile, spearing deep inside and twitching ecstatically in the incredible warmth and wetness of her demonic cunt. He began to thrust erratically, knowing it was just a matter of seconds before he blew his load.
Maxine was fucking herself up at him, her brow knitted in an expression of almost painful concentration. It was a classic Brooklyn orgasm face and Nate took one look at it and exploded, shooting what felt like a single continuous stream of cum into her clutching pussy as she groaned sharply and matched his hunching jerks with those of her own.
His orgasm finally ended, trickling down to a few weak pulses. Dazed, Nate slid off to the side, sweating and gasping for air. Except for an occasional twitch Maxine laid there like a dead woman, her eyes glazed and body glistening.
"Oh shit," Maxine sighed, resting one hand between her breasts. "It's been a looong time."
"Yeah? How long?" Nate let his gaze wander over her flushed, naked skin, feeling something like a stud. He saw that he'd nutted so much that it'd overflowed her pussy and made a large wet spot on the bed.
She sighed again. "Almost a hundred years."
Nate was taken back. He'd expected her to say a few months or something. He tried to imagine going without sex for a century and couldn't.
"That sucks." He responded lamely.
"Yeah. Screwing in hell isn't much fun. Down there it's just another kind of punishment, another kind of pain. And no matter what you do, you can never come."
It was Nate's turn to sigh. "Great. One more thing to look forward to."
"Sorry." She gave him an apologetic smile and then turned over on her stomach, her heart-shaped ass poking up in the air invitingly.
Nate up sat next to her and put his hands on her butt, squeezing the firm cheeks and pulling them apart to get a look at her dimpled, pristine asshole and cum-glazed pussy lips. His cock surged and throbbed as he tried to imagine what sliding it into her tight little butthole would feel like. Then he remembered that there was nothing stopping him from finding out. She was his.
Giddy with power, Nate licked his finger and pushed it against her dusky orifice, hearing Maxine groan as the digit slowly edged into the strong grip of her ass. It felt even hotter than her pussy.
Hoping that it wouldn't melt his dick, he slid his finger deeper, feeling a lusty thrill as Maxine reached back and spread herself for him, holding her cheeks open as his finger slipped in past the first knuckle. He couldn't imagine his dick ever fitting in there, but he was determined to give it a try.
He kept up the pressure, his penis twitching eagerly as his fingertip eased deeper into her ass, sinking in past the second knuckle and halfway to the third. Maxine grunted softly as he began to fuck her with it, her anus gripping him so tightly that his finger could barely move.
Nate could see that this enterprise was going to require some kind of lube. He slowly withdrew his finger and rushed off to the bathroom--still naked-- to ransack the cabinets. He discovered a bottle of his sister's bath oil and returned triumphantly to his room, pleased to see that Maxine was still laying face down on the bed where he'd left her.
Remembering his family's inability to knock, he wedged his desk chair under the door before going back to business. Maxine wiggled her ass provocatively at him as he coated both her asscrack and his cock with a liberal amount of oil, then, trembling, Nate straddled the back of her thighs and aimed his dick at her waiting hole. She opened up for him again and he pushed, feeling her anus contracting around the head of his cock as he tried to enter. Slowly, exquisitely, his cock slipped into her butt, the hot, tight pressure spreading over the head and down his shaft until his hips came to rest firmly against her ass.
"Unnnnggghhh." Nate groaned incoherently, feeling like he would die from the sheer, painful ecstasy of it all. Maxine echoed him with a pained-sounding grunt of her own, and something seemed to snap in Nate's head as he began pounding her as hard as he could. Years of pent-up lust for the slutty yet unreachable Brooklyn, the knowledge that Maxine had stolen his soul and left him with a wrecked life; he fucked it all out, took it all out on her tight little asshole, hammering away as she squirmed and whimpered under him. When he came it felt like his balls were turning inside out, emptying everything he had deep into her clenched rectum as he shook and spasmed on top of her.
Feeling completely drained, he found himself kissing her smooth, sweaty shoulders as the muscles in her ass worked to push out his shrinking cock. Nate slid out with a wet plop and only then did he notice that Maxine had one of her hands between her legs, stroking herself. He'd just made violent love to her asshole and it looked like she'd actually gotten off on it. That made it even hotter.
Maxine gave a slight wince as she turned on her side to face him.
"Feel better?" She asked, smirking.
"Yeah." Nate felt more than better. He felt like he could do anything, even read Arabic.
"Good," she responded, reaching for his cock. "Now we can really have fun."
* * * * *
Maxine hadn't been kidding. She'd climbed onto his lap and kissed him on the mouth, the soft, warm touch of her lips coaxing his cock back to full size in a matter of seconds. Then she sat on his penis, taking it into her hot slick pussy and riding it while keeping her mouth locked on his, sucking at his lips and tongue until he ejaculated up inside her with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
Everything became a blur after that; a steamy haze of smooth, sweaty flesh, sticky orgasms, and endless sex. Nate lost track of how many times he came, knowing only that each time he was sure he was totally fucked out, all it took was one kiss, one breath of Maxine's scent to get him hard and horny again.
He fucked her almost nonstop until just before dawn, when he reached one final, almost painful climax inside her while sucking on her tits and then collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Knowing their time was almost up, he looked over at Maxine's sweaty, gorgeous face and put his arm around her.
She smiled and nestled in close, feeling really good in his arms.
"Will I see you again?" He asked, suddenly not wanting her to leave.
Maxine seemed to hesitate, then answered. "No."
"Oh." Nate tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt. That night had been mind-blowing. He mentally kicked himself for not getting her to begin with and saving everyone a lot of trouble.
She looked up at him, once again seeming to read his mind.
"You're a good kid, Nathaniel," she said, tousling his hair. "I like you. I wish things could have been different."
She kissed him, a slow, soulful kiss that he felt down to his toes. Then with an audible 'poof,' she was gone. He only had her lingering scent and his aching cock to prove that she'd ever been there.
Nate fell asleep almost immediately, and in the moment before he drifted off he thought he heard Maxine's voice calling his name faintly, as if from far away.
"Nathaniel! Wake up!" He opened his eyes some time later to see his mother standing over him. She looked worried.
"I was calling your name for five minutes," she chastised gently as she placed her hand against his forehead. "And you're so warm! You must be coming down with the flu. No school for you today, mister."
Nate protested weakly, then gave up when he realized that he could barely move. His epic session of demon sex had completely worn him out. He was also concerned about the blushing, distracted look on his mom's face as she fussed over him. Just when he was afraid he might get attacked again, he remembered that he still had Maxine's scent all over him. It was probably the musky aroma of her demonic pheromones that was getting his mom all flustered.
She left him to rest after covering him with so many blankets that he was practically imprisoned. Nate slept until noon when his mom reappeared with a bowl of chicken soup. He ate it gratefully, pleased to see her acting somewhat normal again.
His state of sleepy contentment lasted until mid-afternoon when his mother knocked at his door and announced that he had a visitor.
"This is Father Rubens." She said, ushering in a short, black-haired man with a white collar and piercing eyes.
"Hello young man," the priest said as he walked over to the bed. "How are you feeling?"
Ambushed, Nate thought, blinking. "Um, better, I guess."
The man peered intently at his face. "Good, good. Any bad dreams lately? Have you experienced any visions or hallucinations?"
"No," Nate responded, feeling somewhat defensive. "Not that I can remember."
The man gave him an icy smile and seemed to study him for a moment. Then he reached down and touched something cold and hard to Nate's hand. He was only mildly surprised to see that it was a crucifix.
"Very good." The man said, nodding as he turned and headed for the door. "Please excuse your mother and I for a moment."
The creepy priest joined his mom out in the hall and shut the door. Baffled, Nate listened as they began to talk in low voices. He couldn't make out all of it but he did catch a few key words: puberty, excessive masturbation, and finally, demonic.
Great. His mom thought he was possessed. Which was ironic considering that he'd spent all of last night inside a demon, not the other way around.
Father Rubens returned briefly to say farewell then departed, telling his mother to call if there were any new developments. Nate wasn't exactly sorry to see him go.
"What was that all about?" He asked when his mom came back.
She cleared her throat nervously. "Oh, nothing hon. We're just a little concerned about you, that's all."
"I'm okay mom. Really."
She flashed an uncertain smile and then left. When he woke up an hour later he found a large silver cross hanging on the wall above his bed.
Dinner that night was marginally less psychotic than the night before. His mom seemed slightly more calm and his father seemed slightly more sober, though he still didn't say anything. Stacy was the same, though Nate caught her shooting threatening glances at him a few times when she thought he wasn't looking. He made a mental note to barricade his door at night in case she decided to murder him in his sleep.
As weird as his home life had become, it was nothing compared to what awaited him the next day at school. Before he had been merely unpopular. Now he was actually hated. Apparently word had spread about him crashing Leslie's sleepover with his penis, and the rumors had escalated until he was treated like a sexual predator by just about everyone in the school, even the teachers.
The high point of his day was when Claire came up to him at lunch, her Bible clasped firmly to her large breasts.
"You're going to burn in Hell," she told him, smiling sweetly.
"Already there," Nate murmured as she walked away. It seemed that everyone despised him now, even Steve. Nate had approached him in the hall, needing someone to talk to. But the look on his friend's face had stopped him cold.
"My sister, dude. My sister."
He slammed his locker shut and left before Nate could even try to explain. Nate watched him go, feeling upset and angry. So it was okay for Steve to fondle Stacy's ass, but not ok for him to fuck Allison? All right, so maybe there was a difference, but still.
Outcast and friendless, Nate endured the hostile stares and comments until school let out and he headed home, walking right into the fists of three older boys who were waiting for him around the corner.
He didn't have a chance. They threw him down in the dirt and pummeled him for a good five minutes.
"See you tomorrow, freak," their husky leader promised, grinning as they finally let up and walked away. Nate didn't even know who they were.
Bruised, bleeding and hating life, Nate made a quick detour to see if his bike was still in the bushes where he'd tossed it. Surprisingly it was, thought the wheel was so tweaked that he had to carry it home. He was almost to his own street when he noticed a car following him. A non-descript silver sedan was creeping along about half a block behind him, the driver little more than a dark silhouette behind the wheel.
Fearing another beating or worse, he picked up his pace and took a side street to bypass his house. He wasn't eager for whoever it was to find out where he lived. The car followed. He cut down a side yard then through a narrow alley and circled back, relieved when he emerged on his street to see that the car was nowhere in sight. His relief vanished when he got to his room and looked out the window to see the silver car parked right across the street, waiting.
Feeling like the whole world was out to get him, Nate hid his bruises, endured another dinner and went to bed, laying in the dark and weighing his options. Basically he didn't have any. He had nothing left to bargain with, and he couldn't kill himself or he'd go straight to hell. In desperation he took out the book and stared at it, wishing he'd never found the damned thing. He opened it reluctantly and began to search the pages for something, anything that might help him.
He didn't put it down again until after three a.m. There was no apparent way out of his deal, but a plan had begun to form in his head nonetheless. It was risky and probably wouldn't work, but at this point he didn't have much to lose.
Nate grudgingly went back to school the next day, ignoring the open hatred of his classmates as he worked out the details of his plan. He spent lunch in the library, searching through local records that hadn't been put on the internet yet. There were a few promising leads but he didn't find what he needed know. He left school early in hopes of avoiding another beating, but all he accomplished was to make it further down the street before he was caught and punched savagely in the kidneys. It seemed that his new fan club had nothing better to do all day than lie in wait for him.
He limped his way to the public library and resumed his search. Just before closing time he finally stumbled upon what he'd been looking for, a newspaper clipping dating back to the early part of the 20th century.
"Local girl struck by automobile, killed." The headline read. It was dated from 1918 and briefly related the death of Louise Simmons, a nineteen-year-old woman. The article went on to say that she'd been involved in some sort of romantic scandal with a local politician and was reported to be of 'loose moral fiber.' She had also earned the dubious honor of being the first person in the state to be run over by a car.
Most importantly, she had died less than a mile from the crossroads. Nate made a copy and went home, not at all surprised to see the same silver car as before start following him almost as soon as he left the library. He ignored it and walked home, immediately retreating to his room to consult the book. Yep. There it was in black and white.
The crossroads demon is a corrupt human spirit bound to its territory by the chains of its past life, or more often, its death--haunting, so to speak, the area of its mortal demise and responding to any summons made nearby.
Nate checked the newspaper clipping again. It all fit. And what's more, Louise Simmons had been buried in the same cemetery he'd been borrowing his dirt from.
"Okay Louise, or should I say Maxine," Nate muttered to himself, smirking. "It looks like we have another date after all."
But first he was going to need some special tools. Not to mention a bigger shovel.
More to come.
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