Про принуждение к оральному сексу

В смысле, к аргументу, что принудить нельзя, потому что укусит.

Почему-то когда этот вопрос обсуждался, я не вспомнил этот отрывок из Боланьо. А сегодня почему-то вспомнил. Он большой, так что я его под кат уберу, оставлю только простое объяснение почему не укусит.

Для тех, кто читать весь текст не будет, скажу, что девушка задыхается и, все равно, не кусает.

"Once, in Azcapotzalco, there was this blow-job contest in a club, and this one slut always won. No one could get her mouth around all the dicks she could swallow. Then Alberto got up from the table where we were sitting and said wait a minute, I've got some business to take care of. The people who were at our table said that's the way, Alberto, you could tell they knew him. Inside, I was thinking the poor girl was already finished. Alberto stood in the middle of the floor, pulled out his huge dick, stroked it into action, and stuck it in the champion's mouth. She really was tough, and she gave it her best shot. She took it little by little and everyone was gasping in astonishment. Then Alberto grabbed her by the ears and pushed his dick all the way in. No time like the present, he said, and everybody laughed. Even I laughed, although the truth is I felt embarrassed too, and a little bit jealous. For the first few seconds it looked like the girl was going to do it, but then she choked and started to suffocate…"
"Jesus, your Alberto's a monster," I said.
"But keep telling the story, what happened next?" said María.
"Nothing, really. The girl started to hit Alberto, trying to pull away from him, and Alberto started to laugh and say whoah, girl, whoah, like he was riding a bucking bronco, know what I mean?"
"Of course, like he was in a rodeo," I said.
"I didn't like that at all, and I shouted let her go, Alberto, you're going to hurt her. But I don't think he even heard me. Meanwhile the girl's face was turning red, her eyes were wide open (she closed them when she gave head), and she pushed at Alberto's thighs, sort of tugging on his pockets and his belt. Of course, it didn't matter, because each time she tried to pull away from Alberto, he yanked her again by the ears to stop her. And he was going to win, you could tell."
"But why didn't she bite his thing?" said María.
"Because the party was all his friends. If she had, Alberto would have killed her."
"Lupe, you're crazy," said María.
"So are you. Aren't we all?"
María and Lupe laughed. I wanted to hear the end of the story.
"Nothing happened," said Lupe. "The girl couldn't take it anymore and she started to puke."
"And what about Alberto?"
"He pulled out a little before, right? He realized what was coming and he didn't want to get his pants dirty. So he sort of leaped like a tiger, but backward, and he didn't get a drop on himself. The people at the party were clapping like crazy."
"And you're in love with this maniac?" said María.
"In love, like really in love? I don't know. I'm crazy about him, that's for sure. You'd love him too, if you were me."
"Me? Not in a million years."
"He's a real man," said Lupe, looking out the window, her gaze lost in the distance, "and that's the truth. And he understands me better than anyone."
"He exploits you better than anyone, you mean," said María, pushing back and slapping the table with her hands. The blow made the cups jump.
"Come on, mana, don't be that way."
"She's right," I said, "don't be that way. It's her life. Let her do what she wants with it."
"Stay out of this, García Madero. You're looking in from the outside. You don't have a fucking clue what we're talking about."
"You're looking in from the outside too! For Christ's sake, you live with your parents, and you aren't a whore-sorry, Lupe, no offense."
"That's okay," said Lupe, "you couldn't offend me if you tried."
"Shut up, García Madero," said María.

Совсем ведь просто.