Chapter 2
Jan broiled with anger as her fiancé deftly unclasped the hook on the back of her black lace brassiere with a practiced motion that made her suspicions soar. He shoved the flimsy material out of his way so that he could bury his face in the swaying softness of her opulent, pink-tipped breasts, nipping voraciously on first one and then the other of the berry-like tips.
Raising to his knees then, he unbuckled his belt and his zipper whined down ominously. Easing his pants down over his hirsute legs along with his white cotton undershorts, his pulsating shaft of virile male flesh sprang into view like a snake poking its head out of its hole.
Jan was shocked to the depths of her soul by Paul's sudden crude behavior. He had never treated her with such disrespect before, and while an untapped corner of her psyche secretly reveled in the fascination of his show of power and potency, she could not swallow down her outrage and disdain. What respect had he for her feelings? This must be what her mother had referred to as 'animal passions' that made men the distasteful though necessary beings they were. Tightly she clenched her blue eyes to shut out the sight of Paul's blood swollen rigidity and the lewdly bobbing sac of his testicles beneath it that swayed against his hairy thighs.
Abruptly she felt hands on her thighs and her eyes snapped open as if controlled by springs. Her panties were being ripped downward over the sensitive flesh of her naked white thighs, leaving the astonished woman clad only in her black lace garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Before she could whimper out a protest, she felt her boyfriend's eager hands on her stocking-clad skin, pushing her legs up and back so that he could gaze freely at the glistening pink flesh of her naked cuntal slit. Suddenly, still holding her legs in that embarrassing crab-like position, he dropped down on the bed between her legs and darted his thick wet tongue up the full length of her defenseless pussy slit until it humped against the oily nub of her clitoris, and gave it a polishing rub.
"Ooooooh... don't you... dare! Paul... stop that... you know I hate it when you-" Then, a deeper sigh of resignation as the young fiancée shrieked with sudden tremors of searing intensity playing off the walls of her nakedly splayed young frame.
"Relax, honey and enjoy it..." he commanded with a growl. "Let me loosen a few screws..."
But Jan was not about to bend to that demand. How dare he treat her like a... a cheap piece of North Beach female meat? How could any women relent to having a man slobbering over her genitals like some carnivore devouring its meal? It was horrible the way it made her feel, and she was sure it was some kind in Paul's mind that fixated him on oral sex. They had argued over it frequently and Paul had finally conceded the battle, hoping that she would come to enjoy it... after marriage perhaps? Well, she might have to endure his drunken playing around, though she would never allow him to take her virginity until their marriage night. But she would not let, him lick and suck her down there between her legs.
Determined, Jan reached down with both hands and grasped her boy friend's head of thick, black hair. Oblivious to what she was doing, except for the need to stop the knife-like sensations jabbing through her body at each lusty lick of the burrowing, wet tongue, she pulled hard on his black locks and Paul yelped with pain.
"You frigid bitch!" he bellowed, rising off the bed and staring at her angel face in disbelief.
"Don't you dare call me names, I'm not one of your cheap thrills-"
WHACK!
Jan reeled back on the bed in pain, for Paul, overcome with the sadism of blind rage after nearly pulling his hair out by the roots, had slapped her hard across the face with the flat of his hand. "I'm goddamn sick and tired of your bitchin' bout me and other women... what the hell pleasure do you ever give me?" he slurred drunkenly. "No matter what I do, it's never good enough. You're too fuckin' uptight to be touched, aren't you? Well, fine, bella, if I can't touch your precious cunt until I ring you with gold, maybe you can touch me for a change!"
Furious now and past the point of reason, Jan had never seen him so angry, and the sight of his swaying form towering ominously above her on the bed fill her with remorse for her sorry act of retribution.
"Paul... Paul... I'm sorry," she whimpered as he straddled her lithe ribcage with his powerful, hairy thighs. "I... I didn't mean..."
"That's okay, baby. You can use your mouth for apologies," he said, grinning coldly at her while his hands reached down to encircle the lust-knotted shaft of his rock hard cock and the swaying of his bullish testicles.
"What... do you mean?" asked Jan in a trembling voice, her dimpled chin bobbing with emotion.
"I mean, bitch, you're gonna suck my cock. You're gonna take this bugger and suck on it, and lick it and make me cum! You always liked using your mouth... and you won't have to let my dirty cock touch that precious cunt."
Jan's ears bristled from the message, but as her boy friend pinned her down with his weight, kneeling above her with the thick rubbery tip of his cock head only inches from her face, she suddenly realized that he meant exactly what he said. He was going to force his penis into her mouth! The hapless young fiancée reeled in horror at the idea and tried to wriggle out of his iron grasp, but Paul seized her curled bobs and twisted cruelly.
"See? Two can play your game. And don't try anything cute with your teeth!"
Still gripping her hair, he aimed his huge purple-headed cock against her trembling red lips, and the horrified young woman felt a wave of sickening fear go through her as the tiny droplets of pre-cum that glistened on the tip smeared wetly onto her skin. Desperately, she clamped her lips shut, hoping that he would come to his senses and be the sweet, seductive lover she knew and adored.
Not to be. "Open up, or you'll be sorry," he snarled, twisting his palmful of hair as if it were the knob to a television set.
Jan shrieked with pain at this violence. The sweet seducer had transformed into a sadistic torturer and she knew instinctively that she had better comply to his demands or risk the consequences-and if the preceding events were any preview of coming attractions, forget it! Fighting down her shame and fear, she tentatively parted her full sensuous lips to receive his lustily throbbing cock between them.
"That's it, baby, give it some steam," Paul hissed, sliding the tip of his lubricated penis into the reluctantly offered portal that felt warm and moist.
Jan gagged slightly as she tasted the pungent tartness of the male fluid that seeped wetly onto her tongue. With all her heart she regretted her prim rejection of his earlier, more subtle advances, and she pleaded with him with blinking blue eyes to stop his cruel oral rape. But one look at the tension-taut line of his jaw told her that it was too late to plead for mercy. Fighting down the hot tears of pain and humiliation, she closed her eyes and surrendered to her fate.
To her surprise, the initial trauma was over, and the taste wasn't as bad as she'd feared. At first Paul moved only slightly, rotating his pelvis slowly and savoring the warm moistness of her mouth and the soft pressure of her ovaled lips against the sensitive surface of his heatedly, bloated cock. With her tongue, Jan could feel the smooth velvety texture of the rubbery shaft and the sperm-filled ridge that ran along the underside of the blood-fed meat. She had relaxed a bit, and felt encouraged that she might be able to endure this awful ordeal, when Paul's voice jolted her out of complacency.
"Lick it," he commanded lewdly. "And suck it... Goddamn it, would you at least, act like you like it?"
Shocked by his crudity, Jan followed directions. This man would spare her nothing. He refused to allow her the chance to endure this humiliation passively, but was insisting, with periodic painful twists of the hair, that she turn whore for him.
The ravaged fiancée's soft lips and moist tongue fell instinctively into a gentle sucking and licking motion, and Paul felt hot thrills of long-repressed carnality course through his powerful frame. At last the girl was loosening up.
"Nnnnnnnggghhh," he groaned, throwing his head back in wild delight. This was what he'd been needing for months-a final release of pent-up sexual energy. He should have pulled her down off her pedestal long ago and slapped her silly when she gave him crap about virginity. But he'd been far too intimidated by her Victorian propriety and high-spoken decency to demand his rights as a husband-to-be. This wasn't nineteenth century England, after all. Well, all that was water under the bridge now. He felt like a whole man again, as his blood-filled penis sawed in and out of his fiancée's helplessly puckered mouth, driving deeper and gaining momentum with each stroke until he could feel it ramming against the back of her throat each time he plugged her lips with another thrust of the hips.
Jan gagged again as his mouth-fucking increased in speed and power. His loins were like a machine revving up and gaining speed. Her whole lithe body tensed with the effort of taking the violently lunging instrument into her mouth and throat, and it seemed that she wouldn't be able to endure much more of the drubbing. Lord, she couldn't breathe and when she did manage to get a lungful, the scent of his musky genitals was hardly a breath of fresh air! She tried to quiet her mind and her throat muscles at the same time by synchronizing her breathing with his lunges. With her throat, open and receptive now, her suffering was dulled.
That surprised Jan, that and the darting little tingles of warm pleasure in the deeper recesses of her virgin belly as her boy friend's lust-driven penis sawed in and out between her rouged, ovaled lips until the whole bed was rocking with the rhythm of his strokes. It seemed as though an enormous pressure had been taken away from her with this brutal rape. Once the moral issue was taken out of her hands (because he was raping her, wasn't he?) she experienced a strange, flighty sense of freedom. Mama would have disapproved sourly of the enjoyment her youngest daughter was feeling now.
And enjoy, Jan did, in a strange, masochistic sort of fashion. Paul's muscular body rocked back and forth above her, plunging his lust-thickened shaft, deeper and deeper inside her mouth. To her amazement, her body suddenly seemed to be functioning with a will of its own, beyond her control. Her mouth and tongue began to slide deftly over his thrusting cock, as though she'd been born sucking cock. She was even sucking on it greedily, her belly hungry for the musky taste of him, as though she wanted to drain him of his powerful seed and suck the impotency from him. Little moans and sighs began to bubble from her lips, and there was a lewd wet tingling sensation up between her legs that was unbearably sweet and tantalizing. Soon, scarcely knowing to what depths of depravity her psyche had plunged, the young woman had reached up to squeeze and knead the sexually tensed flesh of her fiancé's hard-tensed buttocks, something she would never have done voluntarily before.
"That's it," Paul moaned, perked up by her sudden responsiveness. "Oh, baby, yes, yes, suck it!"
His lusty words shocked the young woman, but in a thrilling, ticklish sort of way. Incredible it seemed, even though he was treating her like a cheap whore... her actions were chipping away at the marble pedestal that had been her lofty fortress, her ivory tower. She writhed beneath him now, telling herself that if she were to become this man's wife, she had better get used to being the weaker sex.
Jan tried to think about that fact and assess the emotions that followed in its wake, but then Paul was exploding in a thrashing movement that took him to the very precipice of a scalding orgasm by her baby-lipped manipulations. His penis rammed in and out of her parted oval of her lips with a demonic force, and Jan could do nothing except clamp her hands onto his buttocks and hold on for the ride. The sex-crazed man felt as though an incredible gusher was about to rise out of the deep recesses of his tightly pounding testicles. He could feel it overtaking him, bringing with it an incredible excitement like nothing he'd felt in all the one-night stands bachelorhood had to offer.
"Ah... ah... ahhhhh!"
He was there! Jets of thick, milky sperm erupted from the dark depths of his lust-demented loins and spewed into Jan's voraciously sucking mouth. At first she thought she would be sick from the sudden explosion and she sputtered and gagged, feeling the needle pricks of its hot load scorch her throat. No! To force her to suck him was one thing, but to actually ejaculate in her mouth was horrible!
Then it was over. Exhausted, Paul slid off Jan's spent body into a heap on the bed beside her. Beside him, Jan lay quietly in a state of shock, still tasting the saltiness of his sperm. Then, feeling a nausea build in the pit of her belly, she sprang from the bed, her naked buttocks trapped in the black garter belt wriggling with haste as she sprinted down the hallway toward the bathroom where she threw shut the door, locking it, and washed out her mouth with cold water and Listerine.