***************************************************************** Title: Nate and the Crossroads, Part 2 Story Codes: mf, mmf, mfff+, mF, inc, supernatural Author: Christian Alan Summary: A nerdy teenager sells his soul to a demon in order to get girls. As one might expect, not everything goes as planned. ***************************************************************** 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. ***************************************************************** Comments Welcome. christian562@gmail.com More at /files/Authors/Christian_Alan/www/ *****************************************************************