Nate and the Crossroads Pt. 01

"Let's make a deal." He looked her in the eyes, placed a hand on each of her smooth shoulders, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey. She smelled like a spicy blend of perfume, smoke, and some other warm, musky aroma that he couldn't quite define, but something about the scent made his pulse start racing and triggered a violent surge in his cock.

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."

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"So, as per the agreement, you," Maxine said, pointing at him with the stylus, "Nathaniel Laurence Stevens, will become irresistible to women for a term of ten 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?"

"Not really, no." Nate shrugged. He wasn't really paying attention. He was becoming more and more convinced that he must be dreaming all this.

"Good. Sign, please." She twirled the iPad toward him and held out the stylus.

Nate signed, feeling strangely okay with it even as the stylus and iPad evaporated in his hands like mist.

Maxine shook his hand. "A pleasure doing business with you."

As he enjoyed the warmth 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 ten 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 broke into a smile, certain that she was joking. His smile quickly died as he saw the look on her face and realized 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 cheek absently, too stunned to react to either the kiss or his apparent 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.

The sun was setting as he left the old highway and turned onto Main Street. He was so absorbed in questioning his own sanity 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 guy that'd made her crash her car.

Unaware of his imminent peril, Nate coasted into town 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 toward him in almost perfect unison.

"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, noting 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 in front of him so he could run her over.

Just when he seemed to be in the clear, he was blindsided by a red-haired college 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 McDonald's with the girl on top of him. She pinned his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth so hard that it hurt. Then the other women arrived, and the redhead was knocked aside as they rushed in and practically smothered him in a frenzy of arms, hair, lips, and cleavage.

Nate might almost have enjoyed it if he wasn't 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 Xbox on Black Friday. A plump hairdresser sat on him only to be pushed over by a gray-haired lady who looked old enough to be Nate's 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 tit flesh. It was rather enjoyable until he realized that he couldn't breathe. He pushed and flailed until someone pulled her away, and seeing a clear path to his bike, he crawled toward it gasping for air and praying 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 is crazy. Hot, he added as he sucked tentatively at the cop's lips, but crazy.

He was rescued by the redheaded girl who tackled the cop to the ground and started biting her on the leg. Putting on a burst of speed, Nate evaded 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 looked ahead 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.

"Oww fuck!" He yelled, more surprised than hurt.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" 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 teenage 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 busted and wouldn't turn, so he tossed his bike into the bushes and took off down someone's side yard. He jumped a hedge, scaled a fence, then took refuge in a shed two houses away.

He sat wheezing in a shadowy corner, trying to recover his breath and figure a way out of this mess. Luckily it would be dark soon and he was only a few blocks from his house. If he could make it home, he should be safe. At least for a while.

After a short rest, Nate left the shed and climbed over a fence, thinking it best if he stayed off the street. He landed beside the neighbor's pool, and he was halfway across 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 thirty-ish 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 gave way to a different sort of anxiety as she reached out and took his hands, pulling him in closer until his knees bumped against the front of the chair between her outstretched legs.

"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 slowly ran her hand 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."

This was more like it. Nate held still as the woman unbuttoned his shorts and tugged them down, his erection popping out only to be immediately caught in her warm, wet mouth. He watched in giddy disbelief as she swallowed his dick all the way to the root then began to bob her head, sucking rhythmically on his virgin cock.

Nate stood trembling in the deepening twilight, his breath coming in hot gasps as he experienced his first blowjob. The feeling was indescribable. It drove all coherent thought from his brain to leave only the hot, liquid sensation of her mouth on his eagerly straining flesh. The feeling quickly intensified into an urgent tingle, growing and growing until he realized that he was about to nut.

Suddenly, a light flicked on and there was the bang of a screen door. "Hey babe, I got the Merlot..."

Nate glanced over to see a man standing on the opposite end of the patio with two wineglasses in his hands and an expression of utter shock on his face. The woman paused in mid-suck to look at him, the side of her mouth and cheek bulging outward with Nate's cock. For a second 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. She held him by the waist to steady him as she 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.

"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. He made it over the fence and kept running until he was two blocks away, finally taking cover behind a thick hedge in someone else's yard.

He lay sprawled out on the grass, panting and grinning like a loon. Against all odds he'd finally 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.

Nate rested there for a while in the shadows, thinking he'd wait until it was fully dark before heading home. A quick shower and some band-aids and he'd be good to go. Then maybe he would track down some of the girls he liked and see how they reacted to the new and improved Nate Stevens.

Naturally, hot and stuck-up Claire was at the top of the list. He grinned broadly as he started to imagine her as his willing sex slave. Oh, the possibilities...

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of quiet voices coming from behind him. 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 female voice said.

"What do ya think we should do with him?" Another asked.

"Or do to him?" Yet another said, giggling.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Nate protested as he rose to his feet. Before he could do anything else, someone yelled 'get him!' and he was being jumped by four late teen or twenty-ish girls, his arms taken and held securely while a pillowcase was yanked down over his head. His feet were grabbed next, and then he was being half-carried, half-dragged over the grass while the girls whispered and giggled around him.

It looks like I'm about to get gangbanged, he thought, not quite sure how to feel about it. At least they weren't fighting over him like the other women had.

Nate offered little resistance as the girls took him up the steps and into their house. The enticing scents of perfume, popcorn, and cookies greeted him as he was brought in and dropped unceremoniously onto a rug. Then, still blinded by the pillowcase, he was turned onto his back with the girls each securing one of his arms or legs and 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, it's Leslie's birthday," someone commented aloud. "Let her decide."

"That's right, it's my birthday," the 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 -- moved up and tugged the pillowcase away from his head. He blinked against the sudden light, his eyes focusing to reveal a brown-haired young woman leaning over him with an eager smile on her face. She was cute, with green eyes, freckles, and a slightly upturned nose. Nate guessed that she was somewhere around his age, a guess that was quickly confirmed when he spotted the shiny balloons in the corner that spelled out 'Happy 18th!' On a nearby table there was also a half-eaten cake and something that looked suspiciously like a keg of beer.

He had only a moment to take this in before her long dark hair was brushing his cheek and she was leaning down, her warm, slightly sticky lips sealing over his in a passionate kiss. Nate kissed back, thinking she tasted like strawberry Chapstick and something salty-sweet, like kettle corn. Besides the quick smooches with Maxine and the female cop, it was his first real honest-to-God kiss, and he found that he was liking it. A lot.

There was a chorus of giggling and a friendly pat on the front of his shorts made him realize that his dick was already rock hard and sticking up like a tent pole. He couldn't see who was touching his cock, but now both girls that had been holding his arms were sitting on his hands instead, giving him a good feel of ass cheek with his left hand and what was very possibly a handful of warm crotch in his right. 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 touched his straining cock again, giving it a slow, gliding caress 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 the front of her jeans. He was being kissed, fondled, and generally molested by four complete strangers, and he was very much ok with it.

Leslie moved her body against him as they kissed, her butt grinding on his lower stomach in a way that had him instinctively humping back up at her. She wasn't quite close enough for his cock to rub her ass, but he felt a helping hand quickly enclose his dick as his unseen fourth assailant began to tug on it through his shorts. At almost the same instant, both girls on his hands got up, and Nate watched out of the corner of his eye as the one on the right -- a skinny, nerdy blonde -- wriggled out of her pants and dropped them to the floor. He caught a glimpse of trimmed 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 inside as it slid down along the slippery crevice and into her 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, older looking brunette on his left had also stripped out of her pants and crouched down, holding his wrist as she humped her bare snatch against his hand. He examined her plump, slippery cunt lips 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 fly. Nate pushed two fingers into the chubby brunette's muff and began to probe her slick tunnel, wondering if it was possible for an eighteen-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 over him. She hiked up her skirt, clamped her thighs on either side of his head and proceeded to sit on his face, smothering him with her hot, musty crotch. He licked hesitantly at the front of her panties, distracted by the sensation of a hand pulling his dick free from his shorts. There was the weight of a body settling on his lap, and a sudden warm, engulfing tightness sank down around his cock, slipping wetly down over his shaft until he felt the unseen girl's bare thighs pressing against his hips and realized that she'd sat on his dick and taken him balls-deep into her pussy.