Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Want Me To WHAT?
Part: 6 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 6


	I settled back on my haunches and let go of Crystal's legs; she put
her feet on the floor.  "That was fun," I commented dryly, "but it isn't nice
to horn in where you're not invited."

	"Sorry, twenty minutes is about my limit for just watching someone
get boned," Desiree replied.  "I couldn't just hang out any more."

	I turned to look at her.  Desiree wasn't as appetizing as Crystal;
she was shorter and rounder and things weren't as aesthetically pleasing.
Crystal probably had six inches on her, but they may have weighed about the
same.  Don't get me wrong; all things being equal, I'd have fucked her -- a
hard dick has no conscience -- but Crystal was probably a whole grade better.
"I can generate some sympathy for that, I guess."

	"Bitch," Crystal said without much heat.  Her eyes were glassy; she'd
gotten a big one.  "I bet she told you..."

	"I'm guessing she stuck her finger up your ass," I replied.  "She was
playing with mine, too."

	"You're not nice," Crystal complained to her friend.  "Rushing
things.  Greedy."

	"You promised!" Desiree erupted.

	"I also said..."  Crystal's eyes popped and she shut up.

	"That I'm 'the one?'  I have big ears," I interjected.  Crystal
looked away.

	"Among other things," Desiree quipped.  "So do you always fuck
wearing a mask?"

	"Generally, my victims are blindfolded," I replied, "but we're moving
beyond that.  Speaking of what I hear, you're not any too hot on me."

	"That was before," Desiree replied.  "Now I don't care if you ARE
married."

	"I'm not.  I'm merely wanted in twelve states," I retorted.  Crystal
swatted my arm.

	"Oh, is THAT all!" Desiree grinned.

	"Yeah, minor stuff.  Pillaging, rapine, assault with a deadly weapon,
kidnapping -- like I said, minor stuff."  Crystal was shaking her head no,
but I'd done what I intended to do.  I looked from Crystal to Desiree and
back, "So what am I supposed to do here?"

	"Oh, go ahead..."  Crystal looked away.

	"Okay, in the first place, I get a vote," I told her, pulling her
chin back.  "In the second, no disrespect to Desiree, but I think we've moved
beyond just fucking, haven't we?"

	"I hope so," Crystal said in a small voice.

	"I KNOW so!" I retorted.  "Sorry, Desiree, I won't touch you with a
ten foot pole unless Crystal is comfortable with it.  It's never going to be
anything but recreational sex, anyway -- I'm kind of tied up."

	Crystal's eyes got wet.  "You say the sweetest things, Mister
Anonymous Molester."

	"I'm a regular Zorro," I quipped.  "My whip is around here somewhere.
I'd show you how I flick clothing away from women, but everybody around here
is naked..."  Both women laughed.

	"No, it's okay.  We kind of made a pact; if one of us stumbled upon a
decent guy, we promised to share," Crystal explained.

	"That assumes I'm a decent guy," I pointed out.  "I keep TELLING
you..."

	"First sign of a decent guy," Desiree interrupted.  "He won't admit
it."

	"Well, there are ground rules," I grunted, knowing I wasn't going to
get past that.  "We're the couple.  Desiree is..."

	"The charity case," Desiree finished.  "No problem -- I'll take
charity."

	"If Crystal can't handle it..." I added.

	"All bets are off," Desiree finished, nodding.

	"Okay, so, what do you want?" I asked.

	"Where are you?  Crystal says you're good for three..."

	"That was one.  We had a long, slow buildup," I replied.

	"I wanna get a good look at it," Desiree declared.

	"Yeah, well, whatever..."  I snagged a cushion from Crystal and got
back up on the couch.  I was a little lank...

	"Hmmm..." Desiree knelt between my legs.  "It looked bigger..."

	"It IS bigger!" Crystal declared.  "He's just coming down..."

	Desiree grasped my shaft.  "Yeah, you're right.  Usual problem..."

	"What's that?" I asked.

	"Fat chicks don't excite you."

	"I'm thinking it's more like I just came off a big cum and we have
been yakking about this and that..." I argued.  "I'm sure it will come
around.  Hell, it already is!"

	"Now that you mention it..."  Desiree's jacking was showing results.
"I know how to make it happy in any case..."  She leaned down and rolled her
lips over the tip and started tonguing it.

	She was VERY EFFECTIVE!  The ol' trouser snake rose to its full glory
in no time!  Desiree knew ALL ABOUT blowjobs -- that was immediately apparent
-- and she pressed the point by taking my length right down her throat!  I
was properly appreciative...  "JESUS CHRIST!"

	Desiree popped off my erection, grinning.  "Fat chicks suck dick.  We
almost HAVE to -- either the guy is sober and not incredibly turned on or
he's drunk and not incredibly capable.  So you learn -- and the better you
learn, the better off you are when you get this far..."  She swallowed me
again and popped off.  "Crystal, I am SO jealous!  This is porno meat, for
God's sake!  First class!"

	"It's not THAT big!" I laughed.

	"You see the few stallions out there -- the horse-dicked guys who are
usually black -- but when you watch porn I bet you don't bother to check
yourself against the rest.  This is a good inch longer than the average and
probably two longer than MY average -- and it is just NICE!  I've got to fuck
this thing -- okay?"  Desiree's expression said she was begging...

	I looked at Crystal and she just shrugged and waved.  "How do you
want it?" I asked.

	"Um, doggie.  Yeah, doggie.  I'll bend over the couch arm..."
Desireee went over and bent and spread her stance.

	"You know," I mused, "I'm amazed that you shave your pussy..."

	"I'm more limber than I look," Desiree replied, looking at me over
her shoulder, "I can still see it to shave..."  I could read her mind -- and
it said, 'Yeah, fat chick...'  "I wasn't real furry, anyway, so it was better
to take it off."

	How do I put this?  Baby pussies are pudgy.  I was getting ready to
fuck a big baby pussy...  I didn't let that get to me; I knew that if I lost
my erection, Desiree would be devastated.  Her chubby outer lips were already
open, so I nosed my cock against her opening and sank it inside.

	You hear all kinds of shit about 'fat pussy' or 'ugly pussy' or 'big
pussy' -- but I never met a pussy I didn't like, and Desiree's was no
exception.  In fact, I would grade her as WAY better than some hookers I've
had!  In fact, I'd have to describe Desiree as 'barely broken in good' and
therefore nice and hot and tight.  It took maybe three strokes to get in deep
and Desiree yelped, "Omigawd!  So DEEP!  Oh, shit!  FUCK ME!"

	So I took off...

	Crystal came over to watch and Desiree took her hands and wailed,
"Oh, shit, you're so fuckin' lucky!  I wouldn't care if he IS married!  I
can't think of anything I WOULDN'T do to get this a couple of times a week!
Shit!  Fuck!  Ahhh, God!"  About that time she started shaking like a leaf
and I had to hold onto her hips to keep her ass where I could pound it.  She
let go of Crystal's hands and dropped onto her forearms on the couch
cushions, groaning, and Crystal came over to me and straightened my mask over
my mouth and kissed me.

	"That's one," Crystal murmured.  "If you take her past four or five
we're gonna have to put up with her all the time..."

	"So..." I puffed.

	"Just do her.  She deserves it."

	"Poor self-image," I panted.

	"She had help."

	"Not that bad," I puffed.  "You're prettier, but..."

	"AWWWW!  JEEZUS!  JEEZUS!" Desiree wailed.

	"That's two."

	"I'm gonna go a while..."

	"What if I lick your butt or something?" Crystal asked, grinning.

	"Maybe..."

	Actually, we didn't get around to anything like that.  Crystal and I
swapped spit for a while and then she wedged herself under Desiree such that
the smaller woman was draped over her lap; I lasted almost fifteen minutes,
and Desiree slowed down but popped five times and was clearly wasted when I
let go in her.  I'd have never lasted that long except for the fact that I'd
barely finished with Crystal before we started; I couldn't complain about her
performance at all.  When I pulled out and staggered back to collapse in a
chair, Desiree backed off the couch and more or less collapsed to the floor
and rolled over on her back, panting.  Crystal went off and brought us both
wet washrags; Desiree got to do herself while Crystal did me -- first with
her mouth and tongue, then with the rag.  Then she crawled up in my lap and
we sucked face and I mauled everything in reach.

	After a bit, Desiree sat up and said, "I'm going home and going to
bed.  You kids have fun.  If Crystal ever decides that you're too much of
whatever type of bastard you are, just knock on my door and come on in --
I'll find some way to make you happy.  But you owe her a name..."

	"We're on a schedule," I told her.  "Soon."

	"Yeah, right."  Desiree got up slowly and chased down the clothing
she'd arrived in.  "Hurry up -- we need a name so we can hunt down your wife
and put out a contract on her."

	"You'd have a long hunt," I insisted.  "I am NOT married.  Crystal is
it.  From the looks of things, she's gonna BE it..."

	"I'll believe it when I see it," Desiree argued, pulling on her
blouse without a bra.  "It would be a violation of Desiree's First Law."

	"Which is?" I asked.

	"The good ones are always taken."  She dragged herself to the door.
"Thanks for a helluva evening."  Then she was gone, and Crystal was cuddling
herself against me and saying, "Bedtime."

	Sometime later -- after plenty of time for me to recover from my
first two loads and after some serious necking and a swap-out of masks and
blindfolds so I could eat pussy properly -- and, finally, another fuck -- I
said, "Desiree is the curious type -- she isn't going to let up."

	"Yeah."

	"Hold her off just a bit longer.  She'll try to worm details out of
you -- and if you let her pry much from you, it won't help us."  If Crystal
let slip that she knew why I was cautious, Desiree wouldn't stop until she
got to the bottom of it.  And if Crystal told her, it would be a big
indication that she wasn't trustworthy AND it would likely end up with me in
jail -- on Desiree's dime.

	"I know."

	"Just tell her that you agreed to wait for a time -- and that it is
almost over -- which is the truth."

	"Good."

	Sometime after that, I went to sleep in bed with a woman for the
first time.  Poor Crystal was tied to the bed frame to keep her from seeing
or doing anything stupid...  About four a.m., I got awakened to ," Baby, I
REALLY have to pee..." but I can handle that.  I discovered that sharing a
bed was disconcerting; I didn't sleep all that well once the exhaustion wore
off.  As a result, I was up and dressed and ready to hit the door before
kissing Crystal awake.  "Bye, Baby.  I'll see you in a couple of days."

	"You come back!  I'll bar the door to keep Des out if I have to!"

	I chuckled and got out of there.

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	One more time, I figured.  Desiree was a complication, but if Crystal
survived her it was a good test.  I wasn't killing anyone -- if worst came to
worst, I would just go away -- but it didn't seem like that was going to be
necessary, which was a GOOD thing, because the idea of doing without Crystal
-- not just her pussy, but the whole package -- was untenable.  I was
pondering that, distracted, when my partner Luke looked up from where we were
building a wall with metal studs and said, "Heavy weekend?"

	"Yeah."  We'd worked Saturday and worked Sunday -- starting at noon
-- because the customer wanted this job pronto and was paying a bonus.  Heavy
construction wasn't the plan in my mind when I graduated college with my
engineering degree, but it was practical application -- and the boss said he
had his eye on me (which could have been bullshit.)

	"You didn't go to the club either night..."

	"No."

	"You seem distracted -- and you don't have that edge you've usually
got, like you could pound rivets with your dick..."  Luke looked away,
puzzling it out.  "Been a couple of weeks you've been off and on..."  his
eyes snapped up.  "Pussy!  You're getting laid!  You sonofabitch!"  He
clapped me on the back.  "Trouble already?"

	"Things started out on the wrong foot," I related.  "I'm trying to
figure out whether that piece will all go away or it will come back to haunt
me."

	"Is she givin' up much?"

	"Yeah.  Pretty regular."

	"Who runs it?"

	"I do."

	"Okay, she wants you.  When she starts slowing down, that's when she
thinks the hook is set.  Right now, she's feeding you line, waiting for you
to get tired."  Luke had gotten lucky -- once -- for a short time, which made
him qualified to advise on such things.

	"I knew that," I chuckled.  "She makes it look good, though."

	"They all do," Luke grunted.  "What's she look like?"

	"She's... Well, she's big.  She's as tall as I am, almost, and
probably outweighs me."

	Luke cocked an eyebrow.  "You could have lied -- but I'm gonna meet
her, so you didn't.  You're serious."

	"Yeah."

	"Funny thing about big chicks -- and fat chicks.  They tend to be
more... malleable..." Luke mused.  "You might have a winner."

	"I wasn't sure she would meet your standards."

	"Standards!  Who the FUCK said I had standards!  I can't AFFORD to
have STANDARDS!"  He cocked his head.  "I'd have said that you can't,
either."

	"Well, I went out to do something stupid and a miracle happened."

	"How many times you been together?"

	"Four or five."

	"How many times you get pussy?"

	"All of 'em."

	"She's goin' all out.  You got nothing to worry about except can you
be a daddy to her kids.  She's GOT kids, right?"

	"No."  I was rocked.

	Luke cocked his head.  "Are you SURE?"

	"Yeah..."

	"Then she's head over heels, Man.  Is she ugly?"

	"I don't think so.  She looks fine to me."

	"You seen it all?  She got three tits or something?"

	"Nope.  Just big."

	Luke shook his head.  "Sometimes that's enough.  I'm assuming she
likes the dick."

	"Quite a bit," I admitted.

	"Maybe you're just a stud..."

	"Wouldn't THAT be a surprise!" I laughed.  We went back to work.