Crossing the Rubicon Ch. 11

Author's note:

Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context. In case you can't be bothered with all the previous 48k words, here is a synopsis for you:

Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over-achieving sisters and, shunned by his parents and siblings, lived the life of a loner, dressed in his sister's feminine 'hand me downs'. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She discovered he had a pair of his sister's underwear and encouraged him to live the life he wants to live, dressed as a woman, something Becca, and 'her' landlords, finds a huge turn on. Along the way Rune's had an interludes with Becca, nights out with her team and a dirty weekend away with her landlords and lost her anal cherry to one of Becca's team mates. Add to that she's helped pick out outfits for Becca to go on dates and Becca has returned to her apartment after each event, having 'her' clean her up.

And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks. Any resemblance to anyone, anything and anyplace is purely coincidental.

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My phone notifcation sounded just as headed into my early lecture.

Killian: So my brother sheepishly told me that he forgot that you came by on Saturday when I was in emergency.

Me: Ha. Glad I gave him my number and put a reminder in his phone.

Killian: So am I. But he ignored the reminder. Only found out now. U able to come visit?

Me: Y. Tomorrow after my 1300 class?

Killian: Excellent. C U then.

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Killian was playing on a Nintendo Switch when I walked into her hospital room. It took her a moment to register that I was there. Her face lit up when she saw me and she sat up a little more on the bed.

"Rune!"

"Hey Killian! How is it going?"

Killian the proceeded to fill me in on the last few days. She had some internal bruising and a pretty decent concussion. Follow up scans had also detected a hairline vertebrae crack. Whilst she would not be playing and sport again for at least the next six months, she was essentially okay and would be released tomorrow. She had been visited by the coaching staff and a few players and her family had stayed around to be present for her, although her mom and brother had now headed back to Elkhart, leaving just her dad to help her out. A university liaison officer had been out to check on her and smooth out any attendance and assessment issues. She had, after all, been injured whilst officially representing the College.

"I've been essentially bored out of my brain Rune," she said. "Mom drove back yesterday and returned with my old Switch, so I've been playing with it since last night. I'm going to be lying low for the next week, so it will be a godsend to have this with me."

"Whatcha playing?" I asked.

"An old game my dad got me into. It's called Skyrim. He used to play the predecessor games to Skyrim when he was younger." She looked at me and, seeing the look on my face, blushed. "Sorry, I'm a nerd at times", she said, putting the console down on the far side of the bed.

"Don't stop on my account," I said, unless you are in Whiterun.

"You played it too?"

I nodded. "My eldest sister Kaja's boyfriend played it. He put a copy on a PC we had at home so he could play. He bought me a copy so I would be busy whenever he and Kaja were supposed to be looking after me and they had 'other' things to do. I would play it whenever I got the chance. It was a great escape from the crap reality of life with my family."

I pushed my way onto the bed and she moved over to make more room.

"You play, I'll watch."

She handed me one of her air pods. We lay there for hours, interrupted regularly by staff doing their rounds, but it was comforting, to watch that game old being played and seeing familiar scenes play out. It didn't matter that I was watching silently and not playing, I was there in the game with her in spirit.

At one stage when she took a break I looked at the note pad she had been doodling on which was on the bedside table next to me.

"Killian, what does 'Tomorrow, I'll be waiting..." mean?

She looked at me and blushed slightly.

"Must be good. You've gone red."

She grabbed at the pad and put it on the other side of her.

"I just don't like people looking at my messy doodles."

I frowned and held the look at her. "I wasn't talking about the messy doodles."

"Tomorrow, I'll be waiting... That's just a saying my dad always mutters. It's an exasperation at the fact that tomorrow never comes and we're always waiting. Its about emptiness or something."

Eventually her dad came in with Chinese take-out. After exchanging a few pleasantries and comments about the game I excused myself and, much to both Killian and her dad's protests, I headed off, but not before taking an egg roll to go.

Late the next day I headed over to Killian's apartment. I greeted her with a "Hey Killian, its tomorrow, have you been waiting?" and she laughed at me and invited me in.

Her dad had set her up pretty well before he headed off home, leaving her with a fridge full of food and drink and a coffee table full of snacks of various sorts. She had Skyrim loaded up and displayed on the tv and I watched as she played and brought snacks when needed.

I fell asleep on her sofa late in the evening, leaving without waking her, only to get home sometime around two am to find Becca waiting for me on my bed.

Becca was furious.

She'd been out with Drayk and was upset. One, because I had not answered her call earlier in the day when she'd wanted me to come over and help her get ready to go out and, two, because I'd not been there when Drayk had dropped her off at my place.

I told her the truth, that I'd visited Killian and fallen asleep on her sofa. She was not impressed but calmed down after I 'cleaned' her and let her tell me about her exploits. She'd gone over to his place for steaks and been fucked on the kitchen table and his bed. She spent the night playing big spoon with me and left early the next morning but not before she made me promise I'd meet her for lunch.

At lunch, over falafel wraps, she demanded I open up my phone and give it to her.

"I want to check that you aren't lying to me about things," she said.

The only messages she found were ones involving her, appointment reminders and the one exchange I'd had with Killian. My only emails were from the University and spam from local businesses that I had given my details to.

"That's it?" she asked.

"I don't know what you were expecting, but that's it." I replied.

She handed me back the phone and reached into her bag and retrieved a small wrapped item.

Handing it to me, she said, "You need to remember that you belong to me."

I unwrapped it with rightful trepidation. It turned out to be a personalized bright pink choker / collar with the words "BECCA'S" spelt out in rhinestone letters across the front. The letters were split, with three either side of a ring that dropped from the collar between the Cs.

She demanded I stand and came round behind me and fitted it to my neck. I heard a click as she secured it in place. The feeling around my neck was one of tightness, but not restriction. I would be able to always feel his thing but it was not so tight that it would harm me. A few patrons at tables near us looked on with interest.

She returned and sat down to finish the last of her wrap. "I've locked it in place with a small padlock. You may now sit and finish eating. This should remind you, and everyone, that you are mine."

With that she took a photo of me.

"Do you have a second phone? A burner phone. Tell me the truth. Don't lie!" she pressed.

"What do you think I am? A spy? With a burner phone? No. No I don't have a burner phone. You seriously think I'm like that? Don't forget, I was a nobody till I met you."

"So how do you communicate with Stella?"

"In person Becca. We communicate face to face. She lives fifteen feet above me remember!..."

Becca looked at me suspiciously.

"Just remember... You belong to me! Don't forget you need to be at my place before 7 for the Halloween party tonight. But I want you to go get your nails done before then. You've got a booking at 4 at the place on Washington. You are going to look real pretty in that cheerleader outfit with that sparkly choker and bright pink nails."

We parted ways as we both headed off to our respective afternoon classes. I went straight to a bathroom and checked it out. The choker sat about mid way on my neck and could not be easily moved. I could hide it under a scarf or a high necked jacket, but anything else would leave it visible to all. And very visible indeed with its bright pink color and sparkly lettering. I was only in an oversized sweater today with some layers under it, so there would be no hiding it.

There was no way I could get to Killian's to check in on her between the time my last class finished and the nail appointment so I sent her an apology message and got an instant reply.

Killian: "No problems. Thx for thinking of me. Halloween commitment w Becca? Have fun. X"

Me: Tomorrow U'll be waiting.

Killian: Its "I'll be waiting" lolz. X

I looked at the message again. She had sent me an 'X'. Not once but twice. They were only an X but for some reason they made me warm and fuzzy. I pictured Killian's ass cheeks, well, the bottom third of them, something that wasn't hard given the image was burnt into my memory and felt flushed. What the fuck was it with Killian that made me feel this way?

I swallowed and felt the choker on me. Feeling guilty, I deleted the conversation and headed off to my next class.

I got a few quizzical looks as I went about the rest of my day, along with a few snickers here and there and a couple of lesbian comments from a few jocks who wouldn't know what a real female orgasm looked like and probably never would.

I was walking across the grass to get to my door at the side of the house when Stella came around the corner and stood in front of me, blocking the door. 'Shit,' I thought, I didn't really have time to deal with her.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Hi Stella. Okay. Can we rain check. I've got to get to an appointment and I'm running late."

"Rune, I just need a second. I'm sorry okay. I've missed you. Hearing you and your friends the other night just pushed me over the edge. I've told Steve and he knows I was a bit overbearing with you. I'm sorry okay? You just bring out something crazy in me and hearing you getting it in the ass just sent me loco."

I stood there stunned.

"I knew we might have been loud but you heard all that upstairs?" I asked.

Her cheeks went bright red and her eyes welled up. A tear ran down her cheek.

"Not quite." She bit at her lip. "Your cellar used to be a bigger space and had two entry ways. One from inside and one from outside. When we cleaned up the space and renovated with new drywall and stuff, we sealed off the stairs from inside by making a small mini cellar on our side of the drywall. That's where we keep our Christmas boxes. There's only a sheet of drywall between our side and your bed area."

"Stella, why?" I asked.

This was more than a little creepy. My MILF landlord had been eavesdropping on me. But then again I had been in a threesome with her and her husband. A little part of me was excited by the fact she had been listening in. And taking care of her urges whilst doing so.

Tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

I looked at my watch. I didn't have time for this.

"Look Stella. I forgive you. I'm a bit freaked out but I,... I forgive you. I'm now really running late for an appointment. Can we talk about this another time? I'll come up for an iced tea."

She looked at me directly and wiped at her tears.

"I'd really like that Rune. I'm so sorry for listening in and for treating you like a personal fuck toy."

"Stella, I've got to go. I need my car keys."

"I can take you. Where are you going? Call it an apology uber."

I looked at her and thought it might not be the best and was about to say so. But then she realized I was wearing the choker.

"You got a collar? Shit, did Becca collar you?"

I sighed. I was not going to be able to end this quick enough.

"Stella, I need to get to the nail place on Washington asap. You drive and look after my backpack for the night and I will fill you in on the details. Okay?"

She nodded and we headed for her car.

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The nail salon experience had been painless and, I hate to say it, a bit fun. Chanelle, the nail technician, had done nails for Becca in her sporting off seasons and was a lively character, with bright blue eyes and peroxide bleached long locks of hair. She looked like some vintage mattress actress would have in their early twenties back in the 80s or 90s. It was an unusual look, but she carried it off well, even down to the gravity defying silicone implants. Becca had clued her in to our outfit selection for the evening and Chanelle didn't like it.

"Cheerleader outfits for Halloween? That's so 2020!" she said. "Anyway, cheerleaders don't wear nails, so she's just going with a stereotypical slutty looking female image. It's boring and lacks vision. But don't tell her I told you that."

I laughed and swore that I would keep that between us.

"You look totally convincing too." Chanelle offered. "If Becca had not told me about your history, I would have totally believed you were born XX. You hardly have an adam's apple and you have such amazing bone structure. She said your mom was some sort of beauty queen?"

I nodded.

"Well, you certainly won the genetic lottery there. Why the collar? You certainly don't need to hide anything?"

I fingered the ring that dangled from it. "It's just purely about my submission to her ownership of me."

"Well I think it looks sexy."

I blushed and thanked her for the compliment.

"If you ever break up with Becca, well..." She left the rest of the offer hanging unspoken.

I blushed again, deeper this time, and felt my whole body on fire.

Chanelle acknowledged my discomfort and apologized.

"Its fine," I replied. "I'm just still not used to being hit on. I used to be a literal no one. I won't promise anything, but thank you for the offer."

I walked out with 10 good length talons in the same hot pink as my collar with little rhinestone embellishments to complete the matchy matchy look. But not before Chanelle gave me a tight hug and an ass squeeze.

"Oh God that ass!" She said as she released me. "You got it all, girl!"

Stella, who had gone shopping and came back to pick me up whistled at the look I was sporting.

"Steve would blow his load if you just blew a kiss in his direction right now."

I giggled.

"Actually, lets rock his world and send him a video of you doing just that."

We tried a few videos, selected the best one and sent him a link, earning a fire emoji almost instantaneously in reply.

"Looks like I'm in for some great phone sex tonight!" she said as she pulled out into the late afternoon traffic. "If the party fizzles out, come by..."

When we got back she invited me in and fixed us a great, and ridiculously strong, long island iced tea as a primer for the night ahead.

She showed me the little cellar she had sat in whilst listening to me get done over by Simone and Becca. It was only about 10 foot by 5 foot and was stacked with boxes marked 'Christmas'. There was however enough room for someone to perch on the stairs quite comfortably. Stella sat as if to demonstrate everything to me.

"It was a hell of an evening. I had to go up and get a towel to put under my ass to protect the steps from the fluids that were coming out of me and a hand towel for me to bite on so that you wouldn't hear me moan on this side of the wall."

I shook my head at the thought and went to head up the stairs. Stella rose and stood facing me. We were close, really close.

She looked at me, directly. Her eyes were locked onto mine. Her nostrils flared and the side of her mouth twitched. She closed the gap between us until our bodies touched. She moved her head towards mine.

"Stella, I can't. Not today."

She took my hands in hers.

"Please Rune. I've missed you."

I backed away a touch.

"Stella, No. Another time... I promise."

She dropped her head and sighed and we headed upstairs.

I finished my tea and she poured me another and made pulled out some left over sliders she had bought at lunchtime and we chatted about life, Steve and Becca.

"Just don't get hurt by Becca. There is a huge difference between love and sex Rune."

I thought for a brief second about those words and wondered if Stella had taken head of them herself in the way that she acted towards me. Especially given what had just transpired at the bottom of the stairs. We'd had some wonderful sex, but she seemed to put a whole lot more into 'whatever it was between us' than it really warranted.

I looked at my watch and screamed. I was going to be late to Becca's. Calling an uber, I said my goodnight to Stella, got a steamy kiss and a 'goodluck' from her and headed off for my first real Halloween.

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The frat house was bedlam when we got eventually got there. It didn't help that six of us, all in skimpy cheerleader outfits that had tiny tops and microskirts with a lot of flesh on show in between, arrived at 10, and we were more than a little loaded.

Simone looked like a porn hub actress with her tiny top straining to hold in her magnificent breasts. Kaycie's breasts, whilst not as big as Simone's still looked amazing in her top. Savannah's amazing abs and legs were the highlight of her display of flesh and Becca just looked the total package.

Given I was of smaller stature than all the others, I looked like the baby of the group and had to suffer being the butt of many jokes as we got ready and made our way there. I was also distinctly different from the others as I was the only one wearing a collar. To make my status as Becca's possession even more apparent, she had attached a pink leash to the ring that was on the collar. It wasn't very long, falling almost to mid thigh on me.

The place was decorated like I couldn't believe, the guys had put a huge amount of effort into what they had done. As for the party goers, there were lots of guys showing a lot of muscle or fake blood. There were several in skeleton costumes, a couple of jokers, a Homer Simpson playing beer pong with a Trump look alike and several psycho clowns. As fur the girls, there were quite a few slutty Harley Quinns, lots of police stripper outfits and a crazily good Scarlet Witch. There were also a triplet of girls who seemed to be wearing nothing other than a foot or two of shiny black tape. They were definitely pushing boundaries, but then again I suppose that Halloween is the one time of the year when you get to dress like a stripper, or worse, and get away with it.

We started dancing, and attracted a whole lot of attention with some pretty raunchy moves.

Sometime later Simone handed me a punch and I slugged it back, feeling great with the world. She went and refilled my glass and returned with it, handing it to me and then passing me a small white tablet. I looked at Simone with trepidation, and then Becca. They both gave me a 'go on' look. I still hesitated..

"Trust me," mouthed Becca.

Simone took the pill from me and put it in her mouth and then pulled me into a deep kiss, pushing the little package into my mouth with her tongue and holding me like that still I swallowed.

A few guys tried to dance with me and I let them, but refused to do anything other than dance, despite a few suggestions to go get some fresh air with them. A few even got a little 'handy', particularly with the leash, and I let them, but kept them away from the front of the tiny little skirt I was wearing. But as time wore on I felt more and more euphoric and a little less worried by their attentions.

Someone gave me another punch and I downed it in an instant and the world went blurry. I felt a hand in mine. It was Becca's. She then took hold of my leash and started to pull me towards a flight of stairs. I just wanted to vibe to the music and the feeling of hands on my body but she pulled me with such force I could do nothing but follow on. I was the caboose to her engine.

I looked behind me and the other members of our slut squad were following us. I felt happy at the thought that I was one of them and they were following me. The cool girls were following me!

I blinked and we were suddenly in a room with a big big bed. There were other people there. Guys. Big guys. Several of them.

Becca started to make out with one. He was big and dark skinned. I recognized him. Drayk. It was Drayk! Becca broke from his hold and turned to me.

"You ready?"

I tried to speak but couldn't form any words.

I shook my head. I didn't want to do anything with a guy.

"Don't you trust me?" she asked.

As she said this someone did something to my hands. They were held together behind me by something.

I tried to say yes but couldn't say anything. Someone behind me pushed down on my shoulders and I fell to my knees. My arms were still held behind me.

Drayk looked at me and licked his lips. "Such a tiny baby girl." He grabbed hold of the leashed and pulled me a few inches closer to him. He then said something else to a guy beside him but I couldn't understand it. They both laughed.

Becca got down beside me and put her arms around my shoulders. "Look at me Rune."

They room turned and I was looking at her. She looked so pretty with her hair and her lips and her great boobs in the small top she was wearing.

"I'll help you," she said.

She undid the drawstring on the Drayk's basketball shorts and pulled them down along with some boxers.

I looked around the swirling room and there were lots of faces. Simone smiled at me. She had her phone out. 'How nice,' I thought, 'She's doing a selfie." She was so pretty. 'She should do more selfies.'

"Rune, look." It was Becca's voice.

She was fondling a huge cock. 'That's one hell of a dildo," I thought.

She started sucking it and then offered it to me. I looked at it and froze but someone pushed me from behind and my lips made contact with it. It felt warm and better than Simone's one the other night.

Becca kissed me on the cheek and called me her 'good girl'.

I liked it when she did that.

Someone tapped me on the left cheek. "Yeah, good girl."

I liked it when that happened.

So I sucked and licked and sucked. I could hear Becca urging me on. I would have used my hands but they were still bound behind me.

She moved behind me and her head was on my shoulder. Her hands were either side of my head and she started tugging at the dildo.

"Open up good girl," she said.

I did and the dildo squirted at me. I felt my mouth fill and swallowed. I had to gulp several times. Some got in my eyes and I had to shut them to stop them stinging but I felt the liquid cover my face and Becca call me 'good girl' again.

I liked it when she called me 'good girl'. It made me feel all warm and happy.

She said something that I couldn't quite make out and I felt something in front of me, touching my lips. I opened up and took it in my mouth. I sucked and it sounded like someone cheered. So I kept sucking and sucking. Then my mouth overflowed with hot fluid again. I swallowed and hoped that Becca would call me a good girl again.

And then I couldn't hear, see or feel anything.

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I woke with a killer of a sore head and I hurt. My stomach hurt. My ass cheeks hurt. My throat was sore. Hell, even my asshole hurt. I opened an eye and was relieved to see that I was in my own bed. A fair amount of light was coming through the small windows in my kitchen, so it couldn't have been too early.

It was then that I realized I was being spooned.

I moved slightly to look at the hand and arm that was draped over my side.

It was light colored and had a distinctive gold ring on it.

'Becca,' I thought.

I lay there and tried to remember what happened last night. We were cheerleaders. We went to the party. I remember getting a little tipsy. Then things became really distorted. I had fragments of memories. I think I remembered Simone, Becca kissing Drayk, A dildo, A guy dancing with me, Becca calling me a good girl.

I tried to move and she stirred.

"Hey Baby Hottie." She croaked.

That's right. I was being called 'baby'.

"Becca, I gotta go pee bad." I rasped.

She moved her hand and I moved off the bed. Immediately my stomach churned and bile formed at the back of my throat. I ran to the bathroom and vomited the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl, heaving on my hands and knees until nothing else would come up.

I eventually made it to the bathroom sink and took a look at myself. My eyes were bloodshot. My hair was a mess and I had bits of crusty stuff all over me. My cheer top was stained in numerous places with who knows what and I stank. As in stank real bad. My bright collar shone obscenely in the mirror, totally in contrast to how dark I felt inside.

My stomach churned again and I took my place kneeling before the porcelain altar and dry retched for heaven knows how long.

I woke up sometime later on the floor of the bathroom and crawled into the shower. I struggled to reach up but somehow got it going, the scalding hot water burning at me but I didn't care. I struggled to tug off the top I was in, spending several minutes wrestling with it before I was free of its skin tight bonds and went to work on the tight little skirt. This action was interrupted by another bout of dry retching. Eventually I got free of the last bit of my costume and discovered I was not wearing the red thong I had on last night. I lay there on the tiles, in the steam and burning water, and cursed at the world and myself for getting so drunk.

I eventually made it off the floor and turned the water off. Struggling to my feet I made it out of the shower and, finding the exhaust fan switch, hit that before struggling into my kitchen. I slugged several glasses of water and several paracetamol and collapsed on my bed.

I woke to the smell of coffee. Becca was stroking my head.

"I have pancakes with maple syrup and an ice cold coke along with coffee."

"Breakfast of champions," I rasped through a hoarse throat. "I'm freezing! How cold is it this morning"

"Ahhh, Rune. Its five in the afternoon," she chuckled, opening my wardrobe and pulling out my Pokemon Oodie and helping me into it.

I lay on the bed, propped up on pillows, encased in the rapidly warming thickness of the Oodie material and destroyed the food and drink she brought.

"I'm sorry I left you to it," she said, as she located the painkillers and passed me several, along with a glass of water.

I looked at her and shrugged.

"You really sounded awful. I tried to come in and help you but there was not much room in there and I've never been able to stomach the smell of someone else's vomit."

I moved and shifted the pillows on the bed and she spooned in behind me.

"Becca, my whole body aches and I don't just mean from a hangover. What happened last night?"

She moved and kissed my check. "You had fun didn't you?"

I nodded.

I tried again. "Becca, what happened?"

"You got a little wild Rune. You put on a hell of a dirty dancing show for everyone. Drayk and I tried to take you off to a room to calm down a bit but you went ballistic and basically tore at the guy."

"What do you mean?"

"You dropped down and blew him. You deep throated him, Rune. You were like a possessed banshee the way you sucked on him."

I dwelt on that for a moment and then asked another question.

"Becca, did someone drug me last night? Someone like Simone or you?"

She paused. Silence filled the room. It seemed to last forever.

"I won't lie to you about that," she said. "Yes. Simone gave you Hug Drug tablet. It was my idea though."

I fought with how I should respond that bit of information. I was torn between anger, distrust and the fear of not knowing what else had happened.

"We just really wanted you to have a great night Rune. It looked like you did. We use them often on special occasions. I didn't have one last night so I could be there for you and make sure nothing went wrong."

She kissed me on the cheek and I closed my eyes. I wanted to ask her about what may have happened to make my ass so sore, but my mind couldn't contemplate what the answer might have been. My head was still heavy and I needed to process things. I also needed a ton more sleep. And sleep came fast.

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The next week went poorly in many ways. I felt like my body and mind were 'dented' by the events of the party and that this bad vibe followed me around where ever I went.

I couldn't find my phone for two days. It eventually appeared under my bed although I was sure I had looked there. There were two messages from Killian. She wanted to know what I did for Halloween and how it went. She then wanted to know if I wanted to go watch a movie with her on her sofa. I sent a fairly minimal reply and said I'd catch her later in the week. Her reply was a 'TIBW' and I sent her a thumbs up in reply to that.

I missed a class, just totally forgot it was on, and the several runs I went on left me feeling crap. I spent time with Becca between classes, which was one good thing, although everyone except Simone seemed snarky and aloof to me. I tried to have a drink with Stella but found myself curt with her, and not wanting to do something I'd regret, I left fairly promptly.

Becca came around every second night and told me about her dalliances with Drayk. She would then either sit on my face till she came or ride me until she came and then sit on my face. Seeing her orgasm, with her eyes bright, her mouth agape, a moan caught in her throat and her body twitching above mine seemed to be the only worthwhile thing that was happening to me. It was as is this vision was the only ray of sunshine in my clouded over week.

Friday she told me she wanted me to come over at six and wanted me to help her get dressed for another night out with Drayk. They were going to some night club in Peroria with one of those bucking bulls that people tried to ride. I ended up choosing a white low waisted, really short mini skirt, with a tight fitting red bustier top and thigh high tan boots with a three inch heel. A tiny red satin thong was also selected.

She seemed impressed with my selections and gave me a sensational blow job as a thank you for my help, swallowing every ounce of my cum and kissing me afterwards.

I expected her to visit me in the early hours of the morning for our usual thing where she tells me all about her date and I clean her out. But this wasn't the case. I woke at 7am and she hadn't arrived.

I was sitting at my small kitchen table, eating a bowl of yoghurt and muesli when I heard her voice coming through my door. She came down the steps followed by Dryak.

"There she is, my little hottie!!"

She came to me and kissed me messily. Her hair was messed and her breath reeked and she was a little unsteady on her feet. Drayk looked at me with a weird look.

She was still wearing the outfit I selected for her. Although it was out of kilter here and there.

"So I was telling Drayk that you've been such a good girl. A very good girl." She sat on a chair and unzipped one boot and removed it, and then did the same with the other. Then her top came off, then the miniskirt. Her red thong had stains on it and a wet patch right where her pussy lips were. "And I said to him that one day I was going to let you cum all over me. Just shower me with cum."

She looked at Drayk and then at me.

"I want you to do that for me now baby hottie. I want you to cover me with your cum."

She pulled at the thong and dropped it to her feet. She stepped out of it, picked it up and threw it at me. At that she turned and sauntered over to my bed, her tight body rippling as she moved and her ass looking magnificent. She lay on her back on the left hand side of the bed, her legs hanging over the foot.

"Come shower me baby... My good, good baby..."

I looked at Drayk and he nodded to the bed. "You heard the woman!" he said and pushed me over to her prostrate form.

I pulled off the Oodie I had on and then the night shirt, leaving me just in a pair of cotton briefs with my erection poking out of the top band. Drayk snickered. I pulled off the briefs and grasped at my hardness.

Becca ran her hands over her body and ended up with one focusing on her tits and the other between her legs. She rubbed herself there, allowing her excitement to build as she rubbed and pinched. Her body responded in kind.

"So the place was heaving Rune. They made great margaritas, so I had several. There were young bodies, fit bodies, moving bodies and the music was amazing. Drayk had his hands all over me. At one stage he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he held me and I dry humped him to the music. I didn't care that people might see me. I could feel his hardness beneath the fabric of his jeans. The thought of that lone hard black cock just got me all flustered. I was close to his huge muscle yet so far. It was delightful torture. My inflamed clit kept catching the edge of his belt buckle every time I bucked up on him. I kept going, riding him as he held me. There was a woman, with raven black hair and deep blue eyes who was dancing behind him with a friend. She eventually realized what was going on. We locked eyes and I kept going until I orgasmed on him right on the dance floor Rune. Right with her looking at me, bucking and shuddering as he held me."

I went and placed my erection by her mouth and she sucked on me for a while. She then pushed me off and resumed telling me about the night.

"Later on I got on the bucking bull. My tiny skirt rode up straight away Rune. Everyone copped an eyeful of my tiny red and very wet thong. I got thrown off pretty quickly. Despite the long line of people wanting a ride the DJ got me up again pretty soon. I clamped my thighs on that thing and rode it like it was Drayk. My skirt basically ended up around my waist and my thong ended up lodged inside my lips. They say I set the record for the longest ride by a woman, Rune. I got excited up there, knowing that people were watching me and seeing my almost bare pussy slide along the saddle. I got real excited. As in I knew I left a trail of pussy fluid all along the leather of the saddle."

Her nipples were rock hard and the hand between her legs was plunging away inside of her, making obscene sounds with every thrust into her folds.

"The woman who went next was a really pretty blonde with huge tits. I'm talking bigger than Simone, Rune. And firm too. She went to get up but stopped and licked the saddle where I had left a trail of my excitement. She did it real slow too. You could hear every guy in the house moan, Rune."

Her words had me leaking pre cum and I stroked hard at my erection. I moved to stand at the foot of the bed and she wrapped her legs around my waist, giving me a perfect view into her open lips and up her long nubile body. I looked at Drayk and he had his jeans down around his knees and was stroking his long thick cock, precum visibly forming at the head of his monster cock.

"She and her hubby Kevin bought us drinks after her ride. It was pretty clear she was hot for me, Rune. It didn't take long before she and I were making out in a booth whilst Drayk and Kevin, and a few others mind you, watched on. With the way she had me squirming, my skirt had ridden up again. The next thing I know she's got two fingers inside of me and..."

Becca let out a long moan at this point as she plunged two of her fingers deep into her pussy and began finger fucking herself.

"and I was coming like never before. Rune, the 32 year old hot wife had me moaning and cumming, in public, like some slutty club whore.

But then the DJ, who must have seen us getting dirty, came asked us to do another ride on the bull. We got up there together. She got up first, facing me, and then I climbed up. They had up going real slow and we made out on that machine to the cheers and hoots and hollers of the crowd."

She was now thrusting her hand into to wet pussy with abandon, filling the room with sounds of wetness.

"We all ended up sharing a motel room down by the river and Jo and I spent hours exploring each others bodies whilst the guys watched on. I fucked Drayk. Jo fucked Kevin. Then we swapped. Kevin did me doggystyle and Drayk rearranged Jo's internal organs whilst he burrito'ed her into the pillows."

Becca's voice and the urgency of her hands testified to the closeness of her impending orgasm.

"But then she went down on me and took me to heaven. I came like nobody's business."

At that I erupted and sprayed cum down the length of her body, hitting her face, her chest and her toned belly. Drayk fired off from the side of the bed moments later, his manliness producing twice as much fluid and soaking her from neck to pussy. His first shot put her over the edge and she convulsed into her own shaking climax, our combined jizz wobbling across her body in wild rivulets and pooling where ever it could.

By the time she had worked her way through her climax I had hardened again. Seeing this, she wrapped her legs around my waist again and pulled me into her so I began fucking her in slow strokes.

Drayk looked at her, a puzzled look across his face and shook his head. "Hey, wait. Are you saying that woman took you to heaven and I don't?"

She moved a little to give me deeper penetration into her wetness and smiled at him. "Oh honey, don't get so touchy. You fill me up in ways Rune never can. Your glorious cock is amazing. You also cover me in ways Rune never will."

She looked at the glazing that covered her amazing body.

He smirked at me.

She looked at me and winked evilly. "But Rune gets my motor going like you will never ever be able to do. He's drop dead fucking gorgeous."

I laughed at him.

"But she took me to heaven like neither of you will ever be able to do."

And in that one sentence she humiliated us both.

She looked at Drayk again. "So whilst my girl with a cock fucks me, how about you clean up this mess." She pointed to the cum cooling in pools on her body. "Most of it is yours anyways."

At that a large glob slid from between her breasts and veered to the left, accelerating as it slid down her toned side.

Drayk looked at her in horror. "Fuck no bitch! I ain't no collared cuck like baby bitch here."

"Man enough to spray it but not clean it when it matters then?"

"Seriously?"

"Either lick or leave." She replied.

"Becca, you really gonna give this up?" He asked.

He hefted his cock in his hands as if it was something to be in awe of.

"No chick finger or faggot cock could compare to this. Quit joking."

"Get the fuck out Drayk."

"Seriously?" he asked. He nodded to me. "You choose that over me?"

"I choose Jo and Rune over you, yes. It was great whilst it lasted but your magic has faded. You've fucked me every which way, and there's nothing left. Rune and I have so much more to explore. Now get the fuck out!"

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Becca smiled at me across the café table. We'd spent the last several days together. As in every day and almost every hour and minute. She slept with me each night and made love with me each morning, and several afternoons, and blown me after class in the library twice. I'd never been so close to someone and never had this much sex, even if you took into account the dirty weekend away with Stella and Steve.

"So you've never heard from Drayk?" I asked.

She shook her head. "He's gone. Good riddance. I guess he just couldn't take the idea that his dick wasn't the be all and end all of my life. You, however, seem to be okay with that."

I finished my bite spicy chicken wrap. "You told me where I fitted into your life from pretty early on. I'm not complaining."

"So Rune, there is something I need to ask you."

I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Will you come home with me to the farm for Thanksgiving? My dad won't be too impressed. But we can deal with him. But my Mom and little sister are just going to love meeting you."

"You have a little sister?"

"Ohhhh yes. She's just about to turn 18, Rune. And she knows all about you. Mom said she would LOVE to meet you too."

"You told them all about me?"

"They know everything Rune. Every. Little. Detail."

"But you never told me about them."

"My life here and my family life back home are two very different things baby girl."

I thought for a moment about what that might mean.

"Wait, I know nothing about them. But you shared with them everything about me."

"Look Rune. You need to know I have a really close relationship with my mom and little sis. It was a very different relationship than the one you had with your mom and sisters. We tell each other everything. We share EVERYTHING with each other, except my mom's asshole partner of course."

I thought that sounded nice, being that close to your sister and your mom.

I looked at her and her devious smile told me I was late in comprehending what she had said. Then it dawned on me.

The words framed in my mind as I spoke them "Becca... you said tell and share. One word for using words and another word for action."

She leaned across the table, grabbed the ring of my collar and pulled me towards her and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Oh my sweet summer child. You heard me. We SHARE everything. We also share EVERYTHING."

I blushed and reached for my drink, and the darkness that had shadowed me since Halloween became nothing but a distant memory.

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