Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

Welcome to book 2 of the Crossing the Rubicon saga. If you want hot and heavy action for the next 8000 words, maybe choose another chapter, or another story line. That said, there are 2900 words of action here between Rune and married couple with some hotwife / cuck themes.

All up Chapter 16 ties up some loose ends and sets up a lot of the future narrative. Keep reading if you are invested in the story line.

Chapter 17 brings in the erotica a lot quicker....

Previous chapters had some darker tones that a few readers commented on. Yep, Becca (who is partially inspired by a real person) has some issues and preyed on Rune. Sometimes the world ain't nice. But it is what Rune does in response to that that matters right?

Remember friends, this is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or places, zombies, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. And don't try this at home.... but do try the Risalamande.

Peace,

Larrkap

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I hadn't planned on staying here in Nebraska. Or any where east of the Rockies. After leaving Macomb I'd driven west along US 136, driving in a two day cloud of tears, heart ache and Benee and Phoebe Bridgers inspired self reflection.

I thought my life had come together well after escaping my toxic family and getting into College but things had come crashing down. I discovered that I had been betrayed by my psycho girlfriend Becca, lied to by her friend Simone and realized that staying there was just not an option. Becca's love was based on a falsehood, a desire of hers to gain retribution on one of my sisters. Her family was fucked up even more than mine, and that was saying something. Her friends were, as I had discovered, nothing but quicksand and lies. So I did what I knew well. I left that part of my life behind and moved on, seeking a better future. I'd done the same thing a semester earlier, when I'd left my dysfunctional family behind and headed west to start a new life, and collegiate studies. But dysfunction had followed me. So I'd moved on again.

I'd driven past this town of just on 850 souls late in the afternoon and shortly thereafter hit the end of route 136, where it meets up with route 34. I'd sat there at the intersection, just behind the red stop sign, and looked at the house and its farm silos in front of me. To the right, the road disappeared off into a flat and endless horizon. To the left a similar vista headed off into the west. I should have turned west and kept going. But I cracked open again and before I knew it tears were cascading down my cheeks. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes, paralyzed with grief and self pity before I pulled myself together, did a three point turn and headed back to the last motel I'd seen.

The next few days had been a blur of tears, cheap cola drinks and ice cream. The last two had done nothing for my physical health, but sometimes, survival is all that matters. Eventually I was able to pull myself out of my funk. I got up early went running till I hurt, then I ran some more. I reveled in the pain and then the mental numbness that came from just following the road and feeling the cold.

Run, eat, sleep, run, eat sleep. It was a mantra, it was what I became. The weekend came and I went out running again. It was a brutally cold morning. I ran about 8 miles and turned around. I wove around a few blocks as I came back into town and ended up seeing that some locals seemed to be running track at the local high school. I ran through the open gates and watched for a few minutes. One of the runners waved me onto the track, another encouraged me to join in. I waited a little more and picked a spot on an outer lane and settled into a reassuring rhythm between a thin Eurasian woman and a older man, enjoying the slight give in the ground underfoot and the silence that engulfed me.

I'd met Kokoro after I'd run till I could run no more. I'd stopped and taken to the outfield and she'd continued her lap until she came up on me and pulled off. We'd struck up a brief conversation and she'd commented on my strawberry colored leggings. We engaged in small talk until we headed our separate ways. It was the first real conversation I'd had with someone in almost a week.

I smiled as she walked off. She was taller than me and lanky, well into her late 20s and had a long distance runners physique and gait and a stunning exotic look to her.

Two days later she saw me running along Ogden Street and she pulled her car over and asked whether I wanted a job at the local nursing home. They were having trouble getting good staff and she had commented to her boss that I'd seemed like decent youngster. She'd promised that if she saw me again, she'd ask if I'd like a job as a junior support aid. I went to say 'no' but thought maybe staying out here on the plains might be worthwhile, at least for a while. So we swapped names and numbers and she phoned her boss and set me up with an interview right there and then.

After that we just stood there smiling at each other for a moment. She had beautiful features, with jet black hair, dark eyes set above high cheekbones and gleaming white teeth. I was worried I would start to blush so I started talking.

"So, Kokoro...You're accent says you are a local but I would guess your family is not originally from round here?"

She looked at me like I'd been unkindly rude. "Are you saying I don't look Pawnee?"

I stuttered and went to apologize but she cracked up laughing.

"Ohhh, you should see your pretty face. I'm just messing with you girl. You got it in one. My dad is Japanese. Mom is originally from California."

"I'm going to go now, before I make a bigger fool of myself. Thanks, Kokoro. I guess I'll let you know what the story is after the interview."

She looked at me and grinned. "Girl, you got all your teeth, you've got manners, you seem like you aren't weirded out. You got the job already."

"Don't be too sure about the weirded out bit," I replied.

"Ain't we all just a little bit?"

I nodded and she turned to get back in her car, and I headed back off on my run, an extra zing to my kick as I settled back into my rhythm.

I'd landed the job later that day after a three minute interview with her boss and a promise that I'd see out the winter without leaving town. I mentioned I'd need some work clothes and was told there was Walmart and hour and a half away on US-34.

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I had chuckled a great deal during my drive down Grand Army of the Republic Highway towards McCook. I kept imagining Yoda making comments about the name and thinking that there should have been clones stationed every 10 miles. Sacrilegious thinking, I know, but I couldn't help it.

The supercentre was huge, even by Walmart standards, with truck parking on the eastern side. I should have just gone in and purchased the scrubs I needed for work, but I was feeling human for the first time in a while so I started wandering.

I ended up in the women's underwear section. I didn't need anything really, but I spent some time wandering and touching. Unfortunately my mind flash backed to Becca and our first visit to Walmart. I touched the shiny material of a polyester baby doll. I pictured Becca grinding on my cock, then her kissing Simone, Simone and her fucking. I shook my head and felt my tucked penis try to harden. I didn't need this messing with me.

I turned and went to walk away, but saw a red thong and pictured Stella. I reached out and ran a finger down the fabric, and pictured her mature body wearing it but moving under my touch.

I was then dragged out of the vision by a stern voice behind me.

"I'm sorry young lady, you are going to need to show me some ID."

Turning, I was confronted by a mean looking muscular store security guard and a tall, big breasted shop assistant with a stern look. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her name tag said Debbie. She looked about 10 years younger than my mom, and looked to be trying hard to be sophisticated, but couldn't quite pull it off. She looked rather too well dressed, and made up to working, in all places, a Walmart. But a second look showed that whilst her clothes fitted her well, they were cheap brands.

'Hey, I'm just looking."

The guy looked at Debbie." We've had her on camera over an hour. She seems to be loitering. Big red flag."

"Loitering? Red flag? I'm just shopping." I said.

"Show me some ID," Debbie said, hand outstretched. "Let's not make a scene."

I looked at her, then at him. I didn't quite understand what was happening here, but I didn't want to get into any trouble.

I reached into my phone cover, pulled out my license and handed it to her. The license that showed I was a biological male.

She scanned my document and looked at the guard. "Eighteen," she said. They shared a smile.

I felt thoroughly confused.

She then did a double take and looked again at the plastic card.

"Oh, my!"

I blushed.

He looked at her but she did not elaborate. He held out his hand as if to take the ID but she shook her head and returned the license to me.

"Please come with me." It was a demand, not a request.

I followed her through the store, to a "Staff Only" doorway and then down a hallway and through another door.

She dismissed the guard and pointed to a chair on one side of the room.

I sat and she looked at me, unmoving for 10 seconds. It was a look my mom had used on me a 1000 times, and I had seen her use on others. I was totally confused and more than a little worried. This was a woman who meant business and usually got what she wanted.

Eventually she spoke. "So you're a girl boy? Or is it boy girl?"

I felt the confusion within me play across my face.

"Answer the question!" she continued. "You know....nne of 'them'? A boy who dresses as a girl?"

I took a moment and nodded.

She looked at me with an almost evil gleam in her eye.

"You're not from round here are you? Back east?"

I nodded my head and added, untruthfully, "I'm heading to Colorado to work at a medical center."

"We don't get a lot of folk like you out here. This is god fearing, Christian country."

Every alarm bell in my mind was now ringing. This was not a good situation.

She went to the door and locked it. Turning, she undid a button on the top of her shirt. Then another. Her ample cleavage started to show, as did a hint of a green bra.

"Look, we get a lot of school aged kids come here and steal stuff. But you are not school aged, are you?"

"No, I'm 18. Just completed a semester of college."

She went and stood near the table on the far side of the room. She undid another two buttons.

"Want to fuck me?" she asked.

I didn't answer. This was too fucking surreal.

She undid another button and pulled the now open shirt out of her pants. The fabric hung delightfully from her large breasts. Her toned body, at least the upper half of it, was now on display underneath the cotton curtains of the shirt. Her bra strained against her large tits.

My cock stirred.

She put her hands on her hips. "So?"

I cringed at the tone of her voice. It was as if my mom was talking, but some try hard hot wife had stolen her voice.

I looked at her and shook my head, "Is this some hidden camera insta reel joke?"

She looked up at the camera in the corner of the room.

"Oh, it's on camera alright. My husband Dave is the security guard you saw. He gave me a hot wife challenge for today. I need to have sex a young woman. Here, on the premises. If I do I get a leave pass for a night when we next go to Cancun."

She undid her pants button and zip and shimmied them down her legs. This woman sure had a lot of confidence. Moves like that, with exaggerated motions, don't come naturally to the feint hearted.

She looked amazing. She was certainly a high scorer in the hot wife category. Stella, back in Macomb, had a real 'milf next door' look to her. Debbie was more sculpted and refined, which made the fact she worked here at this huge store somewhat confusing.

I took a deep breath and decided I needed to move on from my old life. I didn't quite want this, well actually, my dick was saying it did, but I wanted something more meaningful than a fuck in a store. But this was moving on, and that was important.

She took a few steps closer. "So? Are we doing this?"

Again, I heard my mom, but saw this woman. A plan of action formed in my mind. I was not going to get out of the store, or town probably, without trouble, unless I gave her what she wanted.

"Okay," I said. "But I want no cameras. And a condom. And a $200 store credit usable today."

"Deal," she said. She nodded to the camera. "But he gets to watch in person."

I nodded and she made a 'come here' gesture to the camera.

Her husband arrived and she made him cover the device with her shirt and then go in search of condoms and a store card. She shed the remainder of her clothes, but slid her feet back into her two and a half inch heels and stood there in her towering naked glory. Her tits were silicon enhanced, her torso excellently maintained and her pussy sported a tiny landing strip of trimmed hair.

I gulped at the sight of her. She came to me and had me rise to my feet by pushing a long fingernail up under my chin.

"Strip."

Again, it was a demand in a commanding voice.

I shed the sports jacket and long sleeve tshirt I was wearing, leaving me in a tight sports bra. I hadn't worn my breast enhancements since leaving Macomb, so was feeling very flat chested next to this amazing woman.

She dropped to a squat in front of me and smiled as she took hold of the sides of my cotton thong and pulled it down my thighs, freeing my penis which immediately sprang to attention in front of her.

"Never in a million years would I have thought you were a guy. I actually thought you were a high schooler. We get of lot of high schoolers from the region engage in shop stealing. Often with girls its lingerie, so they can impress the date to the dance. But I needed to know you were legal. Hence the age check with the ID."

She put one hand on my balls and leaned in, taking the tip of my hardness into her lips.

I moaned.

The door lock tumbled and I tensed. Debbie didn't react. The door opened and her husband took a step in and then stopped dead in his tracks.

"What the fuck?" He said.

I took it that he had discovered my secret.

She removed her lips from my organ and looked at him.

"Close the fucking door you moron!"

He did as she said and then opened the pack of condoms and handed me one, and then placed the pack, and a card, on the table.

Debbie worked on me for another 60 seconds, as her free hand played with her tits and snaked down her body to parts I couldn't see.

Pulling back, she released me from oral efforts and rose, kissing me on a nipple and my neck before her tongue broke between my lips and searched for mine, her hunger playing out in my mouth.

My cock strained against her thigh. She broke the kiss and pulled me into her breasts. I suckled on one, then the other. They were hard and over siliconed, but she was obviously sensitive there, and soon she was moaning slightly as my tongue flicked at one nipple, then the other.

She pulled back and took me with her as she retreated to the table. Her butt found the edge of the table top and she opened her legs and pushed me down towards her sex.

I kissed at her right thigh and she moaned. I kissed at the other and she moaned again. I heard the chair behind us move slightly on the floor. Dave had obviously taken a seat to watch the show.

I licked my way ever so slowly up a muscle line in her thigh and her hand went to my head, guiding me towards her engorged clit.

I put my tongue on it, ever so slightly, and she bucked at my touch, giving out a moan that caused my erection to pulse. I placed my arms around the backs of her legs and licked into her, savoring her heat and scent and explored her, her hands letting me know what worked, and what didn't.

"Yeah, stroke that tiny cock." She said. Her husband was obviously getting off at the scene unfolding before his eyes. "You like seeing this don't you?"

I heard a groan from behind us.

"You like seeing this little slutty girl boy have her way with me. Don't you?"

Again, a groan.

"Did you see her cock? It's bigger than yours!"

"Oh god...." Came a mumbled reply.

"Answer me god damit!" Debbie spat.

"Yes Ma'am. I saw her cock, and yes it is bigger than my little wiener."

I released my grip on her legs and sent both hands up in search of her voluminous tits. Finding them, I squeezed, gaining a deep moan and a sultry pelvic thrust from her. I pushed at her with my hands, taking the lead, and had her lie back on the table.

Her legs went up in the air and her hands went to her wet folds, a finger found her clit and began rubbing. She moaned again.

I grabbed the open box of condoms and retrieved one, fumbling with the wrapper slightly, but eventually getting it on.

He came and stood next to us.

"Fuck me!" she commanded.

I stood there, un-moving, one hand adjusting my aim and the other hand on her leg.

"You heard me, fuck me!"

I shook my head.

"Tell him to stay in the chair. He's not worthy of watching YOU get fucked."

She cackled with laughter.

"You've got game," she said. She looked at her husband. "You heard her, you're not worthy of watching this girl boy fuck me. Take a seat, Daaaave."

She had a hand spreading her lips for me. I pressed the tip of my hardness to her folds.

I decided to make this really fucked up.

"Describe what is happening to him. Tell him everything. I want him to picture what he can't see."

She laughed again.

"You heard that Dave. You don't get to watch, but I get to tell you, every...little...detail."

I pushed into her gently but only as far as my head.

"Her hard cock just penetrated me."

She moved her hips, trying to get more of me inside of her. I pulled back against her, denying her even an eighth of an extra inch.

"I said everything you slut."

"I tried to wiggle more of her into me Dave. She's teasing me. I want her deeper. She's just got her tip in. I want it all. I want her to bottom out within me. I want her to fuck me. But she's playing with me."

I drove forward half way in and quickly withdrew so that I was just outside her wet folds.

She moaned and hissed to Dave a description of what had happened. I repeated the move. She repeated the description. I could feel her legs twitch. She described the building tension that was forming in her. It was A grade dirty talk.

I gave her a few seconds and plunged into her, giving her everything. She moaned loudly and explained what had just happened.

"She feels so fucking good inside of me Dave. Better than you ever have."

I began a slow and steady rhythm.

She wrapped her legs around me and used them to pull me further into her.

"Oh God," she panted. "I'm being fucked by a little girly boy and it's so much better than you ever gave me Dave."

I reached forward and pinched at a nipple. She told him about the shock that just went through her system.

She moaned again and arched her back, explaining the feelings that were running through her body.

"And you thought you'd get to watch me get eaten out by some little slut, or do the eating. You ended up not getting to see shit, you little cuck."

"I need to come. Please can I come?" He moaned.

I hadn't expected that development.

Tell him he can come but it has to be on you and not one drop is get anywhere near me. But then he has to lick it up whilst I keep fucking you. But he should not even look at me.