Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Want Me To WHAT?
Part: 5 of 8
Universe: You Want Me To WHAT?
Summary: Desperation will make you do crazy things.  I was tired of doing
without, and I figured women owed me, so I decided to rape one.  I planned it
all very carefully, and it went off like clockwork -- but then the weird shit
started to happen...

Keywords: MF oral noncon cons rom

You Want Me To WHAT?

Chapter 5


	Crystal went, "Oh, SHIT!"

	"Let me guess," I hissed, throwing on my pants.  "Roly-poly little
bleached blonde thing?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Ski mask time.  Yell and tell her you're coming."  I started tearing
at the straps.

	"Desiree!  Give me a minute!  I'll be right there!" Crystal yelled.

	I threw on my dark golf shirt and grabbed the ski mask and stuffed my
other paraphernalia in the bag I'd taken to lugging .  "Bye, Baby!"  I gave
her a peck, threw her robe over her head to slow her down, and ran.

	Desiree was banging on the door.  "What are you DOING in there?  You
got a guy in there?  HA!  HA!  HA!...Ha! Ha!... Ha...  You DON'T, do you?"

	I couldn't go running across the parking lot, so I hoisted myself up
to the rail of the patio above, thanking God there was no video.  The
apartment was dark...  The rails weren't childproof, so I could hang over;
I'd been in such a hurry that the slider had slammed and bounced back open a
bit.   Crystal opened the door and this Desiree came boiling in, howling,
"What took you so long?  How come you look so frazzled?  Are you wearing
anything under that robe?"

	"Okay, you caught me," Crystal replied, "I was jilling off, okay?"

	"You could've waited... What is THAT?" Desiree erupted.

	"What is what?"

	"What is that running down your leg?  You were jillin' all right --
with a dick!  Where is he?" Desiree yapped.

	"Gone!  Duh!" Crystal replied.

	The slider snapped open and a blonde head stuck out, followed by the
rest of Desiree.  Fortunately, she looked every direction but up...

	"How many times have you seen this guy?  You SAID you would share..."
Desiree whined.  She went back in, not closing the door any better than I
did.  I crept down and settled by the door.

	"Three -- no four.  We're... doing kinky stuff -- I didn't really
know whether I should include you."

	"Kinky?  How kinky?" Desiree was all ears, of course.  I wondered if
I was going to have to leave TWO dead bodies...

	"Well, he sneaks up on me and blindfolds me and ties me up and has
his way with me..."

	"Yeah, that's kinky," Desiree agreed.  "What's his name?"

	"I don't know."  Crystal pretended to be unconcerned.  "It's all part
of the scene -- adds to the spice."

	"You let a guy tie you up and you don't know his name?  Sweetie,
you're even crazier than I thought you were!"  Desiree and I were in full
agreement there...

	"It's been great..." Crystal replied.

	"Yeah, well -- he's probably married.  That's the usual excuse for
super-secrecy."

	"Don't I know it!" Crystal agreed.  "He isn't, though."

	"Yeah, right!"

	"No, I can tell," Crystal argued.  "You know when you hear something
and it's absolutely genuine.  Talking to him about relationships is like
talking to you about it over ice cream.  He has the same shit life we do --
only he's male.  He can't understand why I don't have a boyfriend."

	"Getting a guy to fuck you once isn't hard," Desiree grunted.
"Getting one to come back for seconds -- THAT's hard..."  There was a pause
and a clatter of spoons and such.  "So he's done you four times -- is he any
good?"

	"Oh, yeah.  Actually, we've been together four times," Crystal
corrected her, "He's done me...  Let's see, once and a blowjob the first
time, and twice or three times the second...  Usually, he cums three times.
This goo I'm constantly wiping is two and I swallowed one."

	"Three?  What is he, a rabbit?" Desiree giggled.

	"Oh, no!  I think we went thirty minutes this last time...  The
neighbors are pissed because we were banging the wall..."

	"What's he got?"

	"Well, I'm always blindfolded...  It's about this long and thick --
and circumcized.  Yummy!" I stifled a chuckle at Crystal's description.

	"Damn.  Will he share?"

	"I don't know...  Besides, he might be the one.  In fact, I'm sure of
it!"

	"Crystal, you don't know the guy's NAME!" Desiree erupted.

	"He's gonna tell me..."

	"Yeah, the night he decides to slit your throat!  'Oh, by the way, my
name is Slasher...'  What are you thinking?"

	"I'm thinking I survived this long," Crystal replied, softly.  "I'm
in for the long haul."

	"Yeah, right.  'I now pronounce you Anonymous Molester and Wife.  You
may kiss the bride.'  You are WHACKED!" Desiree insisted.

	"That's why you can't meet him," Crystal retorted, "I don't see you
ever trusting him -- or vice-versa."

	"That's because I have good sense!"  I chuckled to myself again and
dug out my pad of sticky notes and wrote, "Listen to Desiree -- she has good
sense!  No, on second thought, don't...."  and signed it "The Anonymous
Molester."  I stuck it on the glass and got out of there.  There was a shriek
about the time I got to my car so I fished out my binoculars to watch the
pair of them hopping up and down, my note in Desiree's hand.

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	Friday was when I decided to go back on Saturday.  Unfortunately, a
situation blew up at work and I ended up working late -- almost to midnight
-- but I was committed, so I donned my shit and crept in through the slider.
She wanted me to stay the night...

	I went into the bedroom and damned near shit my pants!  Desiree was
in bed with Crystal!  I thought about it, but decided I wasn't leaving until
Crystal knew I'd been there.  They were both naked -- tits all over the place
with the sheet tucked under -- so I gently collected a handful of Crystal's
right tit and started tickling her nose.  She ended up swatting herself,
which brought her half-awake, then grumbled, "Cut it out, Des."

	I leaned up and whispered, "It's not Des..."

	Crystal's eyes popped open -- and bugged, "Oh, Sh--!"  I covered her
mouth to keep it from all coming out.  Desiree snored on...

	"I came to visit, but..." I waved at the round woman.

	"She went out and it didn't go well -- as usual.  So she's drunk and
needed a shoulder to cry on."

	"She's interfering with your sex life," I replied.  "Again."

	"Yeah..."  She got out of bed and took my hand.  "Come on.  Nice
mask."

	"I wanted one of those hockey things like in the horror movies," I
quipped.

	Crystal giggled, turning on a lamp, low.  "You're letting me see
you?"

	"Some."

	"I'm so happy!"  She turned and nodded toward the bedroom, "She'll be
out for hours, I bet.  Let's use the couch."

	"We ought to use her place!" I groused, "I'd PLANNED on staying the
night!"

	"Figures!" Crystal pouted.

	"Well, we'll make the best of it."  I glanced at the bedroom door.
"She hasn't been camping out since Thursday..."

	"No, we do this after a bad night.  It's... comfort."

	"Lucky you," I muttered.  "Guys..."

	"Yeah.  I can see that."  She frowned.  "How bad is it, really?"

	"Godawful.  I don't pretend to know how it is for girls, but guys are
driven.  We're producing the stuff constantly and want to unload it
regularly."

	"Sounds bad..." she muttered.

	"I guess gays can cuddle up.  The rest of us..."

	"No wonder..." she mused.

	"Well, it's turning out decent."

	"But not what you expected."

	"No," I admitted.  "I expected to treat you very badly once for my
own benefit and never see you again.  The original plan was to never go back
to that restaurant again."

	"That would've sucked for me..."

	"But it is a classic case of the criminal returning to the scene of
the crime."

	"Let's not talk about criminals.  I don't know any.  I know one kind
of desperate guy..."  She cuddled up on the couch.  "You're not... big..."

	"Two hundred or so."

	"I outweigh you."

	"Yeah."  I hefted a hooter.  "These must be twenty or thirty pounds.
I'll pay that for the optional equipment."

	She swatted me again.  "Silly!"

	"I got the luxury model.  Padding, options, lots of power, towing
capacity..."

	"I don't seat six!"

	"You never know until you try..."

	She sighed.  "We're getting there, aren't we?"

	"Yeah."  I admitted it.  "Soon."  She offered up her lips and we got
serious about the physical side.  Still, it was kisses and caresses and the
whole soft exploration thing; it was probably an hour before she said, "I
want it!"  We grabbed the couch cushions and put them on the floor in front
of the coffee table and she stretched out on her back and for the first time
I really racked her legs back to her shoulders and went drilling for oil that
way.  I found it, too -- we forgot all about Desiree.

	I was pinning Crystal behind her knees and straightening my back to
drive in and she was rolling her pelvis up to meet me.  I'd just fought my
way past the resistance as Crystal surged through her second big 'O' and was
settling back in when a hand traced my spine and a soft voice said
reverently, "That's SOOOO hot!"

	I wasn't positioned to leap into the air or I would have.  Instead,
galvanized, I spiked Crystal's cervix, drawing a surprised, "UH!" from her --
which brought her back from Happy Land to the recognition that there were now
three of us.  I watched her eyes pop.  "Des!"

	I'd stopped, trying to figure out what the fuck to do.  Serious
violence wasn't on the agenda, although at one point it might have been.
Thinking about it, I realized that I'd heard the toilet flush about twenty
minutes before.  "How long have you been there?"

	"A while."  The hand continued to stroke my back.  "You're a stud,
Mister Anonymous Molester.."

	"I was!" I grunted.  "I'm probably limp, now..."

	"That's fixable."  The hand rubbed my ass.

	"Des!" Crystal whined.

	"Greedy!  You GOT two!  Just go back to what you were doing..."

	I fired up, slowly; apparently I hadn't shrunk to a nub after all.
"I don't generally have an audience," I muttered.

	"So I hear."

	Crystal stroked my masked cheeks.  "Come on, Baby.  You get yours.
Don't let Des bother you."

	"I WANT to HELP!" Desiree whined.

	I started ramping up -- and concentrating more on me.  "I can't...
think of... anything... that would help..."

	"How about this?"  A finger started running my perineum from the back
of my scrotum to my asshole, the pressure just enough to keep the finger in
place while I stroked.  I didn't notice any increase in urgency, but my cock
got steely.

	"Crystal likes to have her asshole played with -- has she told you?"
the voice breathed in my ear.

	"You're not... much on... secrets... I guess..." I gasped.  Just
then, Crystal's eyes got HUGE and she screamed and clamped down on me and I
went from "Maybe sometime," to "NOW!  NOW!  NOW!"  It felt like my cock was
actually recoiling from its firing cycle...