The Crossroads

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My name is Roberta, Roberta Johnson. Life was giving me no breaks at all; if it could go wrong, it sure as hell would. If it could go right, there was little chance that it might. I was returning home to my cottage in the dales, having spent two nights at my mothers, two fraught nights where she still blamed me for her husband, my dad, leaving.

My dad had thought that it was right and normal that he should be able to lift my skirt and have access to my fanny.

"Good grief girl, you are eighteen now, you need to give your father some relief." He had said.

"Fuck off dad, it's not right, no," had been my answer, "that is mum's role, not mine."

Mum had come into the room and looked at us both, dad with my skirt in his hand, me with my hands on my hips.

"What is my role Roberta Johnson?" She had asked.

"Fucking dad, that is not down to me."

She had looked at dad who had stared her down, "well she dresses like a trollop, what do you expect," he had said.

An almighty row broke out between the two of them, I just left them to it and went to my room. It was time to leave, but where to go? I texted my cousin who lived in Birmingham, she had a spare room, she said I could go there. First thing in the morning I left, leaving a note saying I would be in touch. I had packed everything of value into a suitcase and walked down the street and caught the bus into town, and then another from the bus station to Birmingham.

My cousin Leah was there to greet me, when I got off the bus and we went on another bus to her house in somewhere called Edgbaston. I had only been to Birmingham once and that was to watch a recording of Gladiators at the Birmingham NIA, staying overnight at some dive of a hotel not far from the NIA, and then a train from New Street rail station to Leeds, and then another train back home. The Gladiators recording had been fun and a lot of the stars mingled with the audience before and after the show, it had been a very good experience, well worth the ticket money and the cost of travel. Even one of the OG Gladiators, Wolf, from the original series was there, older, but just as naughty. When it had been showed on TV I spotted myself in the audience and I felt so cool.

Leah's house was actually a rented ground floor two-bedroom flat, not far from the university. It had rear garden access and space for one car at the front.

"My dad tried it on with me too Rob, "she said, "that's why I left home. He actually had me bent over the kitchen table and was pulling my knickers down when mum came home. She sided with dad, he said I had been asking him, wanting me. I just shook my head and went to my room. I managed to get this flat and now here I am."

"Do you ever see you parents Leah?"

"No, and I don't want to Rob, not since dad decided he wanted to stick his dick inside me." I hate it when people abbreviate my name to 'Rob', it sounds like a boys name and I have a fanny not a dick.

"I did actually used to fantasise about dad shagging me, but I don't think I ever let him know that, what he did just came out of the blue."

"Yeah, I did too, but I knew it was just fantasy world, I would never actually do it."

"I have a friend who I know from school, Rebecca Arkwright, she is shagging her dad every time her mum goes out."

"Wow. Does every girl think about it I wonder?"

I had settled into her spare room and my priority had been to get a job. I waitressed mostly, and then got a gig at H&M, which gave me discount on clothes, it was long days, but plenty of chance for extra hours and I managed to save up and eventually get my little Citroen car.

Then an opportunity came up in H&M in Bradford which came as a floor manager promotion. I secured the job and then got a really cheap cottage in the dales, it was on a farm, and was an old farm workers cottage. The rent was two hundred pounds a month which was ridiculously cheap. It was three quarters of an hour by car to work, so not too bad. I had to bid a tearful farewell to Leah and moved back to Yorkshire.

Life had seemed good, and then out of the blue the farm wanted their cottage back, so I had to find somewhere else to live, everything had seemed to be going so well. I rang mum and asked if I could go and stay with her for a bit. She, begrudgingly I thought, said yes.

"Your father is not here," she said when I got there, 'he left. After you raised your skirt to him, he left. Pastures greener."

"Mum, I didn't raise my skirt to him, dad did that all by himself."

"You must have given him the come along Roberta, he wouldn't have done it off his own bat."

"Mum, I didn't, I wasn't interested in sex, I had no desire to go to bed with my dad, never even in my dreams did I imagine or want sex with my dad."

"No smoke without fire girl," mum said. I just wasn't getting through to her. She blamed me and that was that. She said I could go back and live there until I managed to get myself a flat or bedsit sorted. I had stayed with her for a couple of days, but the atmosphere was frosty, the mum that loved me seemed to have gone.

I had driven back to my cottage to stay one last night and pick up all my belongings, and just as I was going straight over a crossroads, my car cut out and stopped. Brilliant. Rain chucking it down and me no idea about cars, no recovery service and no mobile phone signal anyway. Almost pitch black, just the lights from the nearby towns reflected off the clouds to give me murky glimpse of the sodden outside world. Nothing I could do, but sit there in the dry.

Someone tapped on my window, Jesus, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I wound my window down just enough to speak.

"Problem?" A rich deep male voice asked.

"Yes, car has cut out, I don't know why."

"Oh, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing I can do, no phone signal and no one to call anyway."

"Oh well, perhaps I could help you Roberta."

Who was he that knew my name, someone from the farm perhaps and recognised the car? I noticed that it didn't seem to be raining on him, very odd, must be a trick of the poor light. I opened my window fully, no, only where he was stood it wasn't raining.

"My name is Morningstar, perhaps I could in some small way be of assistance?"

"How come it isn't raining on you?"

"Must be a hole in the clouds don't you think, very odd you thought didn't you?"

How did he know what I was thinking, very odd, I was beginning to get a little spooked by this guy.

"I can fix everything for you Roberta, if you really want me to, but you have to really want me to, fix it that is."

"Why can't you just fix it, if you can, that is what a decent person would do."

"Oh, I can fix it for you, I just ask one thing in return Roberta, and I only take collection in the future, when you die, and no interest, how about that? Where else would you get that kind of deal Roberta Johnson?"

I wound my window up, he was spooking me too much, why wouldn't he help if he could, and why would he charge me something that I didn't have to pay for years?

"Oh, I didn't say years Roberta, I just said in the future. The future could be tomorrow as equally as it could be ten years or twenty years or even next week."

I could hear him as if he were in the car. I was beginning to get a little scared, why was he reading my mind, why was he here and why wasn't the rain falling on him. I told myself that if he wanted to hurt me he could have done that already, and anyway, my life was so shit, what worse could happen.

"Oh plenty worse could happen Roberta Johnson, and I already told you my name, it is Morningstar, and the rain doesn't fall on me because it doesn't want to. I could fix all the things going wrong for you if you wanted me to, it is just so easy, but you have to really want me to."

"And just how would you fix my life for me? Huh? It all started to go to shit when dad tried it on, and you can't undo that."

"Oh you silly girl, of course I can, it is easy."

"Go on then, show me."

"Oh no Roberta Johnson, you have to really want me to all the way deep down to your soul, and when you do, then I can make everything right."

And then he was gone. I realised I had been holding my breath and let it out and gasped as my breathing seemed to fog the windows of the car. Outside the rain got worse, it sounded like hail hammering on the car, the windscreen began to crack, and the noise was deafening. The wind got up and the car began to sway and dance about as if a tornado were taking hold.

The car was now beginning to move around in the middle of the crossroads, rocking, turning, shaking, and I supposed that at least if I were swept away and died that the troubles would stop. Is that what he meant, is that how the mysterious stranger could make my troubles go away, by letting me die? My breath held again, my heart felt like it wanted to tear itself from my chest, I was scared, really scared, and then I knew I didn't want to die.

Suddenly all the hail and the wind and the movements stopped, calm was restored.

"I you really want me to, really really want me to, I can stop all this and make everything good in your life."

"How?"

"Never mind how, just do you really want me to, or shall I let it all carry on and things get even worse for you?"

The wind started up again and the hail hammered, the car was beginning to spin again, "No, stop it, help me, please," I cried out, my heart beating loudly and my hands clutching at the steering wheel.

"All I ask is one thing."

"What, anything you can have it."

"You really mean that, I can have anything?"

"Yes."

"Okay, this time don't say no."

Everything stopped and vanished and I was back in the kitchen. Dad had my skirt in his hands and was lifting it up.

"You are eighteen now, you need to give your father some relief."

"Wait till mum is out," I said and dad let go of my skirt, a devilish look in his eyes.

Mum came in to the kitchen.

"Right, I am going to Tesco, do we need anything?" She asked.

"Nothing for me mum," I said, dad just shook his head, his eyes fixed on my chest, his back to mum so she couldn't see them.

Mum fussed around for a few minutes, grabbed some shopping bags and picked up her keys and left. Dad was still staring at me, and then when we heard the front door slam behind mum, he picked at the hem of my skirt again.

"Not here dad," I said, "in your bedroom."

Dad turned and went out of the kitchen, I followed him upstairs into their bedroom. He pulled the quilt back and then started taking off his clothes. I undid my blouse and took it off, folding it onto mum's chair, then my skirt and I was standing in front of dad in just my bra and knickers.

I had dreamed about dad a few times, I had wondered what it would be like to let him shag me, but I had never progressed the idea, I guessed most girls wondered the same. Jeremy Sharp had been my first, shagging me under the railway arches one wet and rainy night. I had thought 'is that it?' It wasn't memorable, more, it was messy. Now I had an opportunity to find out if there was more to it.

Dad pushed his boxers down and I saw his dick for the first time. It was hard and bigger than I expected. His balls seemed to hang down quite a way below his dick. I didn't have a lot to go on, just the few I had seen online, Jeremys' was the only one I had actually touched, and dad seemed much bigger.

I put my hand behind my back and undid my bra, leaning forward and taking it off, adding it to the pile on mum's chair. I put my hands in my waistband and pulled my knickers down and off, now I was naked.

"Suck my dick baby," dad said. Okay, wow, something I had only seen online. I knelt in front of dad and held his dick in my hands. The skin was soft and moved, but inside was rock hard. I sniffed, dad had a musky smell, not unpleasant, and I opened my mouth and put it around his dick and sucked. I hoped this was right.

"You need to pull the skin back baby," dad said. Well, I was a little inexperienced in this. I pulled his foreskin down, rolling it past my lips, and then my tongue was on the end of his dick, his glans. I licked and could taste a little saltiness and could feel his small wee hole at the end. As I licked dad he groaned, it seemed I was doing something right. With my other hand I held his balls, taking their weight and rolling them slightly in my hands. I knew that if I squeezed them to much it would hurt him.

Dad held my head and then started to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, going further and further in until he was past my tonsils and into my throat, he was shagging my mouth, I hadn't expected that, and I couldn't get my breath when his dick was all the way in. He shagged me like this, me rocking on my knees and then he stopped and pulled back, his foreskin jammed behind his glans at the end of his dick.

"On the bed baby," he said. I scrambled onto the bed and lay in the middle, my head between their two piles of pillows. My heart was beating, I held my breath, this was it, his was going to do it to me, like I had imagined. Dad got onto the bed and covered me, resting on his hands. He took his left hand and reached down and guided his dick to my entrance and pushed.

"Woof," I gasped as his dick opened me up, stretching me, filling me, I could feel him all the way inside. He was bigger than Jeremy Sharp that was for sure, but my fanny accommodated him. I could feel his balls as they rested on my buttocks, just below my fanny, his pubis flattening my crease and pressing against my clitoris.

He pulled back out slowly and I felt his foreskin unravel and cover his glans, he didn't pull all the way back, and as he paused I felt a tickle like a pulse inside me, and my fanny began to quiver in anticipation. He pushed in slowly, me feeling his glans uncover, his rim rubbing over my bumps and ripples inside. He began to shag me faster, pushing all the way in, his pubis slapping against me, the sound echoing around the bedroom, my grunts as he bottomed out within me adding to the sounds, erotic, arousing sounds.

I couldn't feel the pulse anymore, he was moving too quickly, it all felt a blur inside me, and my fanny felt like it was getting hotter. Pressures were building and my pleasures were growing. I could feel my buttocks tightening as dad shagged me. This was so much better than under the railway arches, this was perfect, I felt loved, and I felt wanted, and my heart was almost bursting that I could turn my dad on so much that he wanted to do it with me.

"Oh yes baby, you feel so good, so much better than your mum, we are going to do this a lot, and you are going to become my best lover."

His best? Did he have other's then, apart from mum and me? And then I was distracted as dad thrust hard into me, pressing down on my clitoris, squashing my sex and then he jerked and I felt his seeds spilling inside me spurt after spurt.

My lungs were full and I emptied them with a bellow, more a shriek and my fanny clamped and my fingers scrunched as my orgasm erupted, pleasures and pains exploding through me, tingling from my toes to my ears. I was rocking underneath him, he was too heavy for me to move him, and as dad relaxed and slumped over me, I smiled. I had everything I could want.

As dad lay there I heard the doorbell.

"Dad, dad, it's the door." I said.

Dad moved, his dick sliding from me, a strange feeling. "You go," he said, "I better get dressed, you can just put a robe on."

I grabbed my dressing gown and covered myself up as I rushed downstairs to the door his sperms dribbling out of me onto my thighs.

"Ah, hello Roberta," a man said in a deep rich voice, "I just have your copy of the contract here." He handed me an envelope, turned and left. I vaguely recognised him, but I couldn't think where from.

I closed the door and opened the envelope and read it.

To Roberta Johnson

Service delivered: Happiness and all you desired.

Location of delivery: The Crossroads

Fee for services rendered: 1 soul.

Collection: upon death.

It was signed Lucifer Morningstar.

What the actual fuck?