Chapter 5
It was a little after two in the morning. Shana had gone to bed two hours earlier, and because of the lassitude brought about by her orgasm, she was able to immediately fall asleep.
David Jeffreys was out sipping a bit more of the grape than he should have. Inside, he was a torn man. He wanted to go on possessing Shana, but he wanted her to willingly accept him. She was unlike any other woman he had known. It was impossible to undo the evils she had done, but he would be able to see to it she committed no further evils.
One of the things Shana didn't know was that David had made his own key to her apartment. Nor was she aware when he let himself into the apartment. He stumbled a little in the dark, but he knew where her bedroom was; straight ahead to the end of the hall, then turn left.
Shana slept with the bedroom door open. Why not! She was alone in the apartment, had nothing to hide from anyone, and until David had come along, felt no need to so much as close the bathroom door. When she had showered after their encounter, she had shut the bathroom door for the first time since moving into that apartment.
Shana's bedroom wasn't overly large. There was barely enough room for her to walk between the foot of her bed and the opposite wall. There was a window in that part of the wall, and at the moment moonlight was shafting its way through, playing over the beautiful redheaded woman as she slept.
Shana turned in her sleep, licking her lips, mumbling, "Fuck ... love fuck ... more fuck ... um-mmmmm ... want fuck ... hhhhmmmmm ..."
He smiled to himself. So she had loved the orgasm after all. The hypocritical bitch! Well, hypocrisy was definitely one of the seven deadly sins, and another reason why he was going to fuck her. Shit! The fact that she was asleep was no reason for him not to do it.
His cock was already stirring inside his trousers. He had left his jacket in his own apartment, along with his tie. His shirt collar was open, and though it was October, and cool out, because Shana needed fresh air when she slept, she had the radiators turned on, and steam heat was fighting with the cool night air.
"Monster ..." Shana mumbled again in her sleep. "David ... monster ... hurt me ... good hurt ... hate him for hurting me ..."
Monster? he thought to himself. Then he mumbled, "You miserable frigid cunt. I fucked you and you loved it, and you still call me a monster? I'll show you."
He fumbled with his clothes, clumsily pulling them off and tossing them onto the other twin bed. Then he staggered about the room to gain his balance. He was going to work on her again, but not with the limp cock presently dangling between his thighs. No sir! He grabbed it and began tugging on it, making it fill with blood, causing it to stiffen a little at a time. Damn it! The booze, the wine was holding him back. He looked at the inviting swell of Shana's chest as he continued stroking his cock, feeling it get rigid as a ramrod. Shana was in a deep sleep at the moment. Well, tough shit! She was about to discover what her fucking hypocrisy was going to bring her. He surveyed her sexy hips and shapely legs through her filmy nightgown. She looked like one helluva sexy woman. Too bad she wasn't as mentally prepared for sex as she was physically.
He leaned over her dormant body, his fingers reaching to the hem of her nightie, and then his fingers moved underneath, touching the soft white flesh of her thighs. His fingers moved higher until they found the elastic legband of her panties. She stirred a bit in her sleep, mumbling, "Monster ... fucked me ... made me feel good ... hurt me ... ummmm ..."
Hypocritical bitch! He didn't give a damn if she awoke now or not. If she did awaken, well so much the better. She should know what the fuck was happening to her. He had to show her as long as he was around, he was boss. She had the habit of teasing men and promising things she never meant to keep, in essence eating away at their masculinity, controlling them, getting what she wanted from them, and giving nothing in return. Her attempted rejection of him would have been castrating had he not known she was this way with other men. Shit! He hadn't allowed her rejection to interfere. He didn't dare allow it to interfere. If he felt any pangs at all, it was because of the way he felt about her as a person. He was sorry about being in love with her, and he was that, all right. If he weren't, he wouldn't have gone out and gotten more than a little soused. Damn! It was frustrating to love a woman who was a bitch!
The man took a deep breath and then tugged the lovely redhead's panties down over her hips, yanking roughly and sliding them off her slender ankles. God! She always smelled so fresh and sweet! Her nightie was up around her waist now, exposing that brilliant red patch of enticing pubic hair to his lascivious stare. As his eyes remained locked on Shana's enticing body, he felt a new, stronger sense of power than before. Once and for all the damn cunt had to learn he was going to have things his way.
He knelt on the bed, a little awkward because the wine made it difficult to keep his balance. Yet he managed to straddle her splayed legs, panting heavily. Little by little he moved over her, his balls dragging from her cunt to her pelvis to her belly, then over the nightie-covered breasts until the top of his cock hovered directly over Shana's slightly parted lips. A drop of clear, sticky dew clung precariously from the very tip of his throbbing phallus, threatening to fall right onto her full lips. Staring down and looking at it, David felt a new surge of excitement at the wanton challenge that lay ahead, for he knew Shana was a long, long way from being totally conquered. He leaned forward and down, and the drop of oily smoothness touched her lips. He pulled back, and a long string seemed to run from the head of his cock* to her lips. Her sleeping mind sent her tongue leaping out and she began licking the oily flow from her lip. Then she smacked her lips together as if she had just sipped a drop of sugar water. She moaned softly in her sleep but still didn't stir. The orgasm had had a somewhat devastating effect on her.
David froze, not breathing for a moment. He was unable to decide whether or not to force his penis into the supple and unresisting mouth, making her suck him off, or should he merely cram his cock into her cunt all over again and fuck her without nothing more ado, before she woke up and knew what the hell was taking place? No! No! That would be too fucking good for her. Why should he fuck her and have her wake up just in time for another orgasm? This cunt had to know what was happening to her, damn her.
He slapped her face with his rigid wand, first the right cheek, then the left cheek, and he bellowed at her to wake up. Again and again he slapped her lovely face with his hard prick, and she responded in her sleep by making a face and yawning, turning her head in an attempt to escape the continual barrage of penile blows.
"Wake up! Wake up you doggone bitch!" David yelled at her, his voice almost loud enough to be heard in the next apartment because the night was so quiet.
Impatient, he forced her lips farther apart and shoved his penis into the lax cavern of her tantalizing mouth. He used his hand to try and cram the delicate flesh around his rigid cock. Shana was blinking her eyes now, though still not fully conscious. The heaviness of needed sleep was still there, but her mouth moved automatically, trying to spit the fleshy hose from her lips. She moaned, and he knew she was coming to life her tongue thrusting against the penis in an attempt to dislodge it.
David smiled and reaching down, he grabbed her by the hair and he began shaking her, causing her head to bob up and down, her mouth sliding back and forth along the throbbing length of his solidly pounding penis. His eyes were wide open, filled with savagery at this point. The veins stood out in his neck, as did the corded muscles. His terrible anger had aligned itself with the frustration he felt because he, like so many others, had fallen in love with Shana, and there was nothing he was able to do about it.
"Suck it, you goddamn hypocritical cunt!" he snapped at her.
Shana came to full consciousness then, but she felt terribly worn-out and weak from her initial orgasm earlier, and as a result her head was spinning, too. As her eyes focused on what was taking place above her, and the realization of what was happening dawned on her, she understood David had returned and was the assailant.
Her arms felt like jelly, and though she tried reaching up and hitting at his face and body, her blows were totally ineffectual. She was at a loss.
Suddenly, in a desperate move to get his penis out of her mouth, she clamped down hard with her teeth. This provoked a howl of pain on David's part, and he angrily slammed her solidly across the face, hitting her so hard, he temporarily knocked her out. She went limp beneath him, and David was suddenly terrified. When he tried reviving her and found he was unsuccessful, he became more anxious than ever before. This also heightened both, his desire for her and his anger.
He climbed off her for a moment, placed his head against her heart and determined for himself she was all right. But she had definitely been frightened by what he had done to her. Her arms were outspread, as if she were being crucified on the bed, and her legs were spread wide apart, giving him a complete and unobstructed view of her tantalizing, bare pussy with its circle of delicately fringed red curls.
Abruptly, David found himself in the grip of an overpowering wave of tenderness. His desire for her made him all the more passionate, and he lowered himself to where he was planting hot, fervid kisses on her seeping cunt. She was so fragrant down there, with a natural feminine essence that was utterly delightful and sweetly pungent, he suddenly discovered he was unable to get enough of her. He licked and sucked at the tantalizingly delicious and fragrant pussy, probing deep inside her, the better to taste her. Shana stirred, but she didn't regain consciousness.
Fuck! he thought What the hell is wrong with me? I must be some kind of monster, taking advantage of her, this way. Granted she's a bitch! But the simple fact is, I love her. Why should I beat her this way and knock her out? I want her! I want her to want me! I need her, damn it all to hell!
Had he been sober he would have rejected this kind of thinking completely. His drunkenness was what made him realize how much he loved this woman who had spurned him and countless other men, as well.
Unable to keep himself under any kind of control, he moved forward and once more sank his ramrod into the tight center of her womanly being. His penis was fairly dripping with heavy oil and he knew he had to have her. It would only be a matter of moments before his straining cock unleashed more of its glorious white fluid inside her. Her wet cunt-hairs grazed the full length of his pulsating rod as he sank headlong into her steaming center again and again. An animal groan came from between his lips as he sank deeper and deeper into the tightness of her narrow vestry.
Shana's eyes fluttered, the lids beating like moth-wings as her mind numbly came awake again. David planted wet, feverish kisses on her eyelids, showering her with kisses all over her lovely cheeks and lips while he began pumping furiously in and out of the seething well of her womanhood, feeling her unresisting cunt still react by surrounding him with natural pressure. He was perspiring profusely at this point, his breath heavy with wine.
Shana regained consciousness again, but this time she was too afraid to open her eyes. This had to be a nightmare, and she wanted it brought to an end as quickly as possible.
She inwardly sighed, aware it would come to a finish shortly because she already felt David's phallus enlarging inside her. His hard, solid drives into her tiny cunt had become more and more convulsive, the tempo of his brutal fucking increasing with every passing second. She knew he would shortly fill her cunt once again, and this time she would have to wait for him to leave before she got up and washed the viscous glue from inside her.
But she wasn't prepared for her own inner self taking over again. Something had seemingly been released inside her, and she found herself taken over by totally unexpected feelings. Her body was once again responding to the hard, rhythmic drives of the powerful penis, and this time the sensations of pleasure were five times more powerful than they had been the first time. Unbelievable pressuring salaciousness came from the sucking vortex of her tantalizing cunt and charged through her loins and underbelly, filling her quaking body. Her unconscious state had also prevented her from mentally fighting him, and her inhibitions had found themselves short-circuited. Her body, not her mind, was responding to what he was doing, and the result was extraordinary delight so powerful, she had been unable to anticipate this even from before, strong as her previous orgasm had been. The man was totally carried away by his own animalistic fucking at this point, and the lovely woman knew he was oblivious to everything other than that which he was feeling at present. She didn't want David to know she was conscious, much less actually enjoying the brutal way he was fucking her. She knew if he found out, he would lord it over her, and she had no wish to give him that kind of satisfaction. So she pretended to wriggle, squirm and moan in her so-called unconscious state. Her arms remained limply lying by her sides, while in reality the pleasurable sensations in the seething depths of her vagina continued building. In fact, she was unable to believe how high the feelings were building in her quivering body.
Hoarse, semi-human grunts and groans filled the air as David continued slamming his cock into her like a maddened beast, battering her delightful vaginal center in an uncontrolled effort to release the oils scalding his prostate into her vagina. Shana tried to mask what she was feeling, her mouth refusing to issue moans of pleasure save to make them sound like gasps of protest, but all this did was egg David on.
She was getting closer and closer to that wonderful reality. The moment of rapture was about to totally overtake her. Even the delay at this point was an exquisite agony. She was panting more and more heavily, but she knew David was so caught up in what he was feeling, he didn't even notice what was taking place inside her. At that moment, the man stiffened for an eternal second, and then with the force of an overpowering tidal wave, his sperm flushed itself into her as he began fucking in time to his spasmodic spurts.
"AAAYYYYAAA NNNGGGG UUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHH!" the man bellowed, groaning hoarsely as he pressed himself against Shana's crumpled nightgown.
Shana didn't care. Her own pinnacle had been attained, silently this time, sweetly, wonderfully. Ecstasy washed over her and rocket bursts of magnificent delight blasted through her brain. She fell into a deep sleep all over again, not caring at this point.