Hell, they say, has no fury like a woman scorned, and in the narrative you are about to read this old saying gains potent new meaning. With penetrating clarity, author Peter Jensen has written this brilliantly styled book to illustrate what can happen when revenge rules the psyche of a woman, and he has carefully delineated the emotional and sexual chaos that ensues when an unsuspecting father and his innocent fifteen year old daughter become the center of a vicious scheme by the widowed parent's former mistress.
Tim Daltrey lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with Beth, his radiantly beautiful blonde offspring. An independent businessman and a pillar of the community, he has struggled long and hard to build a good life for him and his daughter, a problem made difficult by the death of his wife a few years before. Pressure begins to build on the hard-working man when his business develops financial troubles, and he finds that even the comfort of his devoted, charming young daughter is barely enough to keep him afloat. Then, with no warning, fate sends a dramatic thunderbolt into their lives in the form of Rose Molina, a sultry, tempestuous woman with whom Tim had an affair in his teenage years before his marriage.
In weaving the fabric of this provocative, often brutal social document author Jensen has, with remarkable attention to detail and motivation, sharply outlined not only the dramatic confrontations between the characters, but has taken special pains to make the psychological aspects of their behavior vividly real. What on the surface may seem to be a shocking, perhaps terrifying story of love and revenge, is ultimately revealed as a social thesis of outstanding merit, one which enters the minds of the characters with such uncompromising psychological truth that the reader will feel himself experiencing each dramatic incident as if he himself were actually involved. It is a tale of struggle and conflict, violence and love, hatred and compassion, and although the implications are often hard to swallow, particularly to the sensitive reader, there is no doubt as to its authenticity and urgency. Though some of the events that unfold are, without doubt, tragic in the classic sense of the word, this book is not without hope and promise as well.
We, the publishers, are convinced that this book will take it's place among the literary classics of our time, and offer it to you in the hopes that this spellbinding narrative will be as enthralling to the general public as it was to us.
However, because of the unusually explicit nature of the story, we must recommend this book to mature adults only.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"I'll see you later, Daddy. Kathy and I are going to the movies. I'll probably be home about six, okay?"
Tim Daltrey looked up absently from his desk in the sunny living room of his ranch-style house in the suburbs of Albuquerque, New Mexico. In front of him were piles of neatly sorted bills and receipts, and an open accounting ledger. Although it was only early May, the sun pouring through the wide bay windows was oppressively hot, and the back of Tim's light, cotton-knit pullover clung to his lean, muscular back, damp with sweat.
"Fine, honey," he murmured, turning toward the doorway and the sound of his teenage daughter's voice. Then his words trailed off and his eyes opened wide. "Beth, you're certainly not planning to go out like that, are you?"
"Sure, why not?" his blonde, blue-eyed offspring asked innocently.
Tim looked her over appraisingly. Lately it seemed that every time he looked at her, his fifteen year old daughter was a little older. And today he was positively unnerved as his eyes roved over her lithe young frame, clad in a pair of low, hip-hugging, light blue bellbottoms and a sleeveless red cotton top that left her tanned and curvaceous midriff bare, and clung to her rapidly developing young breasts like a second skin. She obviously wasn't even wearing a brassiere, for from all the way across the room, the thirty-nine year old, sandy-haired businessman could see the outline of her tiny nipples. With a fringed bag slung over her shoulders, thong sandals on her feet, and her eyes covered by a pair of large tortoise-shell sunglasses, she looked to his experienced eyes like a latter-day Lolita.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Beth Daltrey asked again, coming all the way into the room. "Don't you like it Dad?"
Seeing her in motion only made things worse, for his daughter moved with a natural, hip-swinging grace that belied her years, and was all the more appealing for being totally unconscious. For one thing Tim was absolutely sure of was that his lovely young daughter was completely innocent. He had that to be thankful for, anyway.
"It's not that I don't like it, baby," he said gently. "In fact, I think it's very pretty. And if you were going by car, or with Kathy's parents. I don't think I'd mind. But on the bus into the center of Albuquerque on a Sunday afternoon well, I don't think it's appropriate, do you? I mean, it's bound to attract a lot of attention, because you're a very pretty girl, and not necessarily the kind of attention you'd like."
Beth thought for a minute. "I guess you're right," she finally replied. She did attract a lot of attention, particularly from the local boys who hung out at the soda shops in town. She even found it a little frightening the way they looked at her sometimes, exchanging low remarks to each other as she walked by and laughing lewdly. It didn't seem to matter what she was wearing, though. "I'll go change."
"That's a good girl," Tim smiled. "And have a good time this afternoon, okay? Do you have enough money?"
"Yeah," Beth called, on her way upstairs, "no problem."
No problem. The words echoed in Tim's ears as he turned back to his desk. They were exactly the words he would choose to describe his relationship with his pretty blonde daughter, if he had to. He was amazed at how cooperative and reasonable she was. Most girls in their teens, he knew, were a constant source of worry and aggravation to their parents, but not Beth. She received consistently good marks at the private girls' school she attended not spectacular, but good. And since the death of her mother three years ago the mother whose fair, almost glacial beauty she had so obviously inherited, Beth had devoted most of her free time to making her father as happy and unlonely as she possibly could. In fact, he finally had to insist that she spend more of her free time doing something for herself, and even then her choice had been an after-school job at the local library to save money for college. Yes, Beth was a prize, he had no doubt of it, and one of the main things he wanted out of life now was to make sure that her future was as happy and untroubled as he possibly could.
The thought brought the father rudely back to the papers on the desk in front of him. There was no way of avoiding the fact that his business, a small electronics firm that he and his wife had inherited from her father, was in trouble. Income just didn't match outgo, and to make matters worse, National Machine Products, a larger competitor, was underselling him in an effort to force him to sell out to them. He'd already turned them down twice. It went against his grain to see so many good small businesses taken over by anonymous corporations. But he didn't know how much longer he could hold out without a large injection of capital, and he was already in hock to the local bank up to his neck. At the rate things were going, there was no sense in kidding himself. Nothing short of a miracle would keep the company afloat beyond the end of the year, no matter how hard he worked.
Just then the phone rang.
"I'll get it, Daddy," Beth called, on her way down the stairs. He heard her pick up the phone, and a few seconds later she called, "It's for you."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know, a lady. I have to run or I'll be late. 'Bye, Daddy!"
Wearily, Tim got up from the desk and made his way into the hall. Who the hell was calling him on a Sunday afternoon? Probably some telephone canvasser.
"Hello," he said, a little inhospitably.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a low feminine voice, with just the slightest trace of a Latin accent, said, "Hello, Tim. This is Rose."
"Rose? Rose who?" Beth's tall blond father asked. He didn't know anyone named Rose.
The woman laughed, a soft musical sound that was vaguely familiar. "I'm disappointed," she replied teasingly. "The last time I saw you, you said you'd remember me always."
Tim frowned, puzzled. He still couldn't place the voice, and he was sure he didn't know anyone named Rose, except. . .
"Say something else," he asked. "Maybe then I'll be able to place you."
The sultry-voiced female responded by humming a few bars of a popular song of the fifties, "Vaya Con Dios," and suddenly it all came back to him in a rush of memory.
"Not Rosa Molina?" he asked incredulously. "It can't be!"
"But it is," his caller replied warmly. "How are you, Tim?"
"Well, I'm shocked, that's how I am. No one's seen hide nor hair of you for...how long has it been? My God, Rosa, years!"
"Sixteen years, to be exact," Rose replied, "and it's not Rosa anymore, it's Rose."
"Rose. Okay, Rose. I hardly know what to say. When did you get in? Where are you staying? What have you been doing all this time?"
She laughed again, and Tim could feel himself becoming riveted to the sound of her voice, the way he had once been before, years ago.
"I got in two days ago, I'm here for the summer, and I'm staying out at the Rancho. As for the rest, it's much too long to try to describe over the phone."
"The Rancho? But that place has been closed down for years."
"Really, Tim, you must not be keeping up with things. Surely you heard it had changed hands?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it, I did hear something like that, but there've been so many rumors over the years, I guess I didn't pay attention."
"Well, I own it now, and I'm having it rebuilt as a summer place."
Tim whistled appreciatively. "You sound as though you've done all right, Rose."
"Not badly. And you?"
"Oh, so-so," Tim replied evasively. "You know how business is..."
"Maybe you married the wrong girl after all, eh?"
Tim paused, startled. "Myrna died a few years ago, by the way," he finally said.
"Yes, I read about it in the papers. Was that your daughter who answered the phone?"
"Yes, yes that was Beth. And...what about you? Is your...husband with you?"
"No, only my chauffeur, Jose. I've been much too busy to get married."
Tim couldn't quite explain why, but that struck him as good news. He found himself trying to imagine what his feline-voiced caller looked like now, and he was more than a little curious as to what had happened to her. It sounded like a great deal.
"Listen, Rose, I really want to see you. I have a business meeting tomorrow over lunch, unfortunately, but could you stop by my office say around four? We could go for a drink and catch up on each other."
"I thought you'd never ask. Four sounds lovely. Same address?"
"Yeah. Do you still remember it?"
"Oh yes. Until tomorrow, then?"
"Until tomorrow...and Rose, it's really wonderful talking to you again."
For me too, Tim. In fact, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
Their conversation ended, and Tim stood for a moment after he replaced the receiver, gazing thoughtfully off into space. Rosa Molina! He'd never expected to hear from her again. In fact, he was surprised that she was so warm and friendly after what had happened. He hadn't exactly been kind in the past. But from the way she sounded, she'd evidently decided to let bygones be bygones.
On his way back into the living room, he became conscious of a pleasant throbbing in his loins, and realized that his penis was straining against the material of his trousers. He couldn't suppress a wry smile as he sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs in the living room and lit a cigarette. That was always the effect Rosa had had on him, right from the start. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift back in memory to the last time he had seen her, sixteen years ago . . .
* * *
It was early June, and Tim Daltrey waited in the shadows outside the Rancho Albuquerque guest house, watching a window on the very top floor. As soon as Rosa was finished with her kitchen work, she would go back to her room, light a lamp, and open the curtains. That was the signal for him to come in the service entry and make his way up the back stairs.
It was a routine they had been following for six months, ever since he had first met her at one of the Mexican coffee shops in town, favorite haunts for students at the junior college, like himself, who were looking for something a little more exotic than they could find at the more conventional sections of town.
From the moment he laid eyes on Rosa Molina, the good-looking blonde youth was determined to possess her. She was the sexiest, most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, with a petite, but definitely well-rounded body, olive-skin, sparkling dark eyes and a mane of thick, wavy black hair that hung down almost to her waist. Only sixteen, she was a chambermaid at the hotel, living there because the long hours made the journey into her parent's rundown flat in Albuquerque impractical.
At first everything had been idyllic, the fulfillment of every romantic fantasy he'd ever had about "his first affair". Rosa was as smitten with him as he was with her, and after two months of meeting her secretly, the guest house maid had finally opened herself to him as completely as he could wish.
However, recently things had gotten complicated. For one thing, his dark-eyed Latin mistress had fallen in love with him. At least that was what she said when she began hinting, then openly asking, about marriage. For awhile Tim occasionally fantasized about running off with her in the best romantic tradition, it was never more than a flight of imagination, bred primarily by freshman courses in romance fiction. At heart he was a realist, and Rosa definitely didn't fit into the realistic scheme of his life. In fact, he'd been looking for a suitable way to ease his way out of their affair for more than a month, but none had presented itself.
Tonight, however, he had no more time to spare. For in addition to his secret liaison with Rosa, Tim had also been prospecting in the more acceptable quarters of town, with considerable success. Myrna Evans, the daughter of a prominent local businessman, was not only in love with him, but also blonde, blue-eyed, well educated...and very pregnant, a state of affairs that called for immediate action. So immediate, in fact, that the announcement of their impending marriage was to appear in the local paper the following morning. Tim was dreading the encounter with Rosa tonight, the more so since Rosa had let him know several times previously that her fits of jealous temper were no less passionate and violent than her tempestuous lovemaking. Although in his own mind, his actions were perfectly logical and justifiable, he had scant hopes of convincing Rosa of this. In fact, it was with a sinking, queasy feeling that he awaited the appearance of the light in her window. At last it came, and stamping out his cigarette in the desert sand, he made his way upstairs.
Much to his relief, Rosa greeted him warmly when he came through the door. He'd been afraid maybe she'd already heard the news. The grapevine among the Mexicans in the town was incredible. But she turned from the little table that served as her bureau and dressing table with a warm smile and slipped into his arms, hugging him tightly, and standing on tiptoe to plant welcoming kisses on his cheeks and mouth with her full, sensuous lips.
"Oh, mio cuore, I am so happy you are here! I have some wonderful news to tell you tonight," she burst out, leading him into the room with both hands, her eyes dancing.
"I...I have something to tell you, too, Rosa," Tim began seriously, avoiding the distraction presented by her softly rounded body, clad only in a knee-length, ruffled petticoat and an embroidered white cotton chemise that looked totally inadequate to contain the full-rounded big mounds of her melon-like breasts. Her hair, loosened from the neat braid she wore when she was working, fell down her back in waves, like a dark river.
"But you sound sad," she said, her eyes concerned.
"Well I am, a little."
"Then you must tell me your news first, because mine is so good it will make you forget all your sadness, okay?"
She sat down on the bed, against the pillows, her knees tucked under her chin, and motioned to him to join her. He sat down a little bit away, averting his eyes from her shapely thighs and the tantalizing flashes of thickly curling dark bush of pubic hair that he could see up between her legs.
"Rosa...I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you," he began nervously, looking down at his hands which he was absently clasping and unclasping. "I...I have been seeing another girl."
He felt rather than saw her body stiffen at this news, but she seemed to make a great effort to control her reaction.
"Yes?" she replied a little coolly.
"Yes. I...I should have told you before, but I just didn't have the nerve, I guess."
"So? And is this your big news?"
"Well, there's more to it than that, actually. You see, this girl is...is going to have my baby and I...I have to do the right thing by her, you know what I mean?"
He stopped, unable to bring himself to actually say the words. He wanted to gauge Rosa's reaction, too, and he glanced over at her. She was sitting stock still, her eyes wide, like a statue except for the steady rise and fall of her haughtily up-thrust breasts.
"And what is this right thing you think you must do?" she asked, closing her eyes, and speaking very softly.
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I mean I can't just let this girl have a baby and it has no father or anything, can I?"
Without answering, Rosa got up from the bed and walked to the window, her back to him.
"Who is this girl?"
"I don't really think that's relevant..."
"Relevant? What means this big word? You must 'scuse me I'm only Mexican maid, I don't know all these big college words. Maybe this girl, she understands them. She's a gringo, isn't she? Isn't she?"
Tim could feel himself growing red with embarrassment, and he wished the scene was over. At the same time, in some secret corner of himself, it was flattering to see how jealous his dark-eyed voluptuous young mistress was. Hell, he thought, men have been getting in situations like this forever. It's not my fault I got two chicks hot for me.
"Well, yes, she is," he replied.
"It's that Myrna Evans, why don't you admit it? That blonde puta, that whore. I should have put a knife in her belly the first time you went out with her!"
Rosa was consumed with a mixture of fury and misery, and although Tim's initial impulse was to defend his intended bride, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with Rosa, particularly as he could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"Rosa, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it to happen this way..." he began lamely, going over to where she stood and standing helplessly behind her, uncertain of what to do.
Suddenly the curvaceous Latin beauty whirled around and threw herself in his arms. "You don't have to marry her," she pleaded, the tears spilling over and cascading down her cheeks. "We can go away, now, tonight! We go to Mexico, to my uncle's place. We can get work, I will work too! Then when we have money we can send her some for the baby.
Please Tim, please, I work for the rest of my life for you if you come away with me!"
As gently as he could, Tim extricated himself from her embrace. "Rosa...be practical...we can't do that. Besides, I've given my word. I can't go back on it now."
There was a long, tension-filled pause after he spoke as the scantily clad chambermaid absorbed his words.
"You've already asked this woman to marry you?" she said at last, her voice sounding like a string, pulled taut to the breaking point.
Tim nodded. "It's going to be in the papers tomorrow morning. I...I wanted to tell you before you heard it from somebody else."
Rosa's eyes narrowed and her mouth fell open in disbelief. She looked at Tim as though she were seeing him for the first time.
"Tomorrow? Then you have known...for weeks...and still you come here to me at night, as though nothing is happening? You make love to me, and all the while you know you are marrying another girl? Is that true?"
"Well I...it's not so simple as that, Rosa," Tim began defensively, turning away and moving across the room to avoid the penetrating glance of her dark eyes. In actual fact, that was the way it was, but the good-looking blond youth couldn't bring himself to admit it outright. He was still formulating excuses in his mind when an angry outburst of Spanish burst from Rosa's lips, whose tone communicated her feelings adequately even though he couldn't understand most of the words. And then an intuitive sense of danger made him wheel suddenly, just in time to catch the glint of metal in Rosa's hand as she hurled herself across the room at him like a whirlwind.
"I kill you, you son of a bitch," she half wept, half shouted, as he seized her wrists in his hands, twisting her knife-wielding fist up and away from his person.
"Drop it, Rosa! For God's sake, drop it!" he commanded, scarcely knowing what to do. An instant later the knife clattered to the floor, and he released the pressure on her hands. The enraged chambermaid immediately shifted her attack from the knife to her sharp nails, and before Tim had time to defend himself, she raked them over the left side of his face, clawing at him like an animal.
Suddenly angry himself, as though the sudden flow of blood had released a subterranean barbarian response in him, Tim grappled with the wildly flailing girl again, twisting her arms behind her and trying to avoid her flying feet and her teeth which, when her lips weren't hurling curses at him, were almost as dangerous as the knife had been. For a few seconds they struggled together, until finally Tim managed to propel her over to the bed, force her onto it face down, and holding her arms tightly pinned above her head, subdued her wildly violent form by throwing his own weight on top of her.
Tim was never sure exactly how the next sequence of events happened. He knew he shouldn't have let them happen, but he seemed not to have any control. He meant only to hold her still until she calmed down, and then get out of her room with as much dignity as he could still muster. But as he lay on top of her, his youthful big cock pressed hard against her firmly rounded buttocks, half naked where her petticoat had slipped upward during their fight, he became suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to fuck her, then and there. His penis swelled and thickened in his trousers, and a fiery heat wound up through his loins like a serpent, making his heart beat faster and the blood pound in his temples like a drum. Often before, when they wrestled playfully, their struggles had ended on the mattress of Rosa's single bed, and the affectionate struggle between them had heightened their sexual pleasure. But never had the young junior college student felt anything like the sensual torrent that now charged his every muscle with new strength, and filled his brain with dark lust. He felt like a barbarian chieftain fresh from battle, claiming his prize-woman from among the vanquished.
Moving with an instinctive will, he pulled Rosa's wrists together so he could grip them with one hand. Then he levered his body up and with the other hand first unzipped the fly of his pants and yanked them down to his thighs, together with his jockey shorts, so that his big thick cock sprang erect, swaying blindly in the air beneath his belly. Then he flicked Rosa's petticoat up, carelessly throwing it nearly over her head so that the entire expanse of her rounded, olive-skinned full buttocks and thighs were nakedly exposed to his gaze. His prick gave an excited lurch as he looked at her naked flanks, and his stomach turned over the lewd excitement.
On hearing the sound of his zipper opening and feeling the cool evening air on her naked flesh, Rosa jerked with surprise, as though she suddenly sensed what he had in mind and couldn't believe it. She tried to wriggle away, but Tim ignored her struggles, once more pinning her down with his weight and holding her wrists firmly, gripping the throbbing girth of his blood-engorged long staff with his other hand and guiding it upward between her legs, to the moist, curl-fringed entrance of her vagina.
"You have no shame," Rosa moaned weakly through her tears as she felt his knees shove her legs wider apart, and the head of his prick graze lustily against her defenseless cuntal split. "You have no shame!"
Oblivious to her outraged moans and sighs, Tim pressed forward, guiding his lustily throbbing ten inch prick of male hardness into her soft wet vaginal opening. He felt her whole body quiver as the thick knob head of his penis penetrated past the tight entrance, and involuntarily her sphincter muscles tightened around it, drawing him in, despite her conscious protests. With a flash of dark pride, Tim realized she wanted it! Even though it was shameful, almost rape, her body craved his big hot cock of male flesh shoved all the way up inside her cunt from behind.' Levering his hips up slightly he pulled back a little, then inched forward again, teasingly, rotating his pelvis in a lewd corkscrew motion and savoring the feeling of his thick foreskin pulling back, stretching painfully, then snaking forward again over the sensitized knob of his hotly pulsing staff. A low moan burst from Rosa's throat, a wild animal sound that excited him even more.
Slowly he began to saw in and out of her, each thrust taking him further and further up into her helpless cunt, occasionally plunging forward roughly, then pulling back, his cock turning and twisting like a screwdriver as it explored every inch of her steadily moistening channel. As always, Rosa opened to him like a flower, even raising her buttocks slightly so that his aroused big cock went even deeper, until he felt its thick knob head touching the hard surface of her cervix. Now his rhythm changed, increasing in tempo and force, until he was ramming into her from behind with the steady beat of a jackhammer, his hips swinging easily and his tight, hairy big balls slapping lewdly against her naked inner thighs with each stroke. Easing his upper torso down over her back, he brushed aside her thick mane of dark hair and the folds of her upturned petticoat and began planting nips and bites on her naked shoulder and the nape of her neck, making the helpless Mexican girl writhe with a mixture of pleasure and emotional pain.
"Oh you sweet piece of arse," he murmured, while his lust-heated ten inch cock continued its obscene probing of her cuntal depths, "you have the sweetest cunt in Albuquerque. I could eat you full of ice cream, Rosa baby, from now till kingdom come, if it weren't for Myrna being knocked up. If I could do what I want to do, I'd just spend all my time with my big cock shoved up inside your sweet little pussy filling it with spunk...uuunnnnggghhh Christ, it feels so good, so tight...but it just won't work...I can't go off and farm in Mexico, and we can't get married and stay here. Folks wouldn't ever accept it, you know that...but I'll never forget you, Rosa, and the way your tight little cunt feels wrapped around my cock...I'll never forget it, baby...oh...ooohh...oooohhhh shit!"
His soft, almost hypnotic monologue was cut short by a sudden heated explosion in his balls, and the lust-driven youth became suddenly rigid as his hips drove back and forth, back and forth, harder and harder, feeling his approaching orgasm surround him from all sides. Rosa had become perfectly still while he whispered his strangely salacious words, and now, as he reached the peak of excitement, her body responded, but somehow mechanically, her rounded buttocks moving back to meet his forward thrusts, her small hands gripping tightly onto the bedclothes, but her mind seeming far away, as though disconnected from her body.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's it, fuck back you wild little cunt, fuck me back, move that arse baby! Oh Christ, I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot my big load and flood you with it! Ah ah aaaaaahhhh!! ! "
Oblivious to whatever his dark-haired mistress might be feeling, Tim felt the world suddenly grind to a halt, as though the force of his ejaculation hurtled him outward, out of time and space into another dimension where he was conscious only of the intense, searing pleasure that accompanied the release of his viscous potent seed into the acquiescently pumping cuntal interior of the half naked, tawny-skinned girl beneath him. He'd never felt anything like it in his young life, this triumphant explosion of pure sensual freedom, as his arched and tautened body drove forward with the last remaining ounce of his strength filling her cunt to overflowing with thick white cum.
And then it was over. Breathing heavily, he fell forward again on Rose's trembling body, his body feeling as though it had been cleansed of all tension as his cock softened within Rose's semen-flooded vagina, and then slipped out, trailing a thick lewd trickle of pearly cum from its knob. For a long moment they lay there, until Tim, becoming aware of time again, spoke.
"If I let you up now, are you going to try to kill me again?" he asked.
Numbly Rose shook her head no, still lying on the bed, unmoving, her eyes closed.
"You have killed me first," she murmured weakly. "The dead have no more passion."
Although her words were strange, Tim took them as an assurance that her anger was, for the moment, passed. Fleetingly he thought that a good fuck could work wonders, as he clambered off her reclining body and pulled up his pants. All the time he was dressing. Rose neither moved or looked at him, and when he was ready to leave, he stood awkwardly in the center of the room, looking down at her immobile form, her buttocks still naked like two shimmering half-moons in the dim light of the hotel room with his abundant sperm leaking from her well fucked cunt.. . Reaching down, he gently covered her nakedness with her tattered petticoat, wrinkled and damp from being pressed between their tightly locked bodies throughout their torrid copulation.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now," he murmured.
When Rose didn't respond, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, took out three twenties and placed them on her dressing table where she'd find them after he was gone.
"You take care of yourself, now. Rose," he began again, going over to the bed and leaning down as though to kiss her good-bye.
For the first time the sexually assaulted young girl reacted, pulling away from him to the far corner of the bed.
"Go, if you're going," she commanded in a steely voice. "Leave me alone!"
Startled, Tim eased himself out the door and down the back stairs for the last time . . .
* * *
In the living room of his comfortably furnished suburban home, Tim Daltrey slowly let his mind drift back to the present. How strange it was, to hear from Rosa...Rose. . . again after all these years. His memories of their torrid youthful affair seemed to belong to another world, another person. Looking back, he marveled at his callousness when he was young, indeed, he even felt his cheeks redden at the recollection of how he had walked out of Rosa's life without even a backward glance. Of course, it had been easy to forget her, since life had moved so quickly. Barely eight months later, Beth was born, and then he had become so involved in business and family matters that he had no time to think of the past. Sometimes, at night, he had remembered, particularly after an unsatisfying session of lovemaking with Myrna, who, although she fulfilled her "marital duties," as she called them, never seemed to enjoy it particularly. Then, as he smoked a last cigarette in their clean-smelling bedroom, her sleeping form turned away from him on the bed, he often found his thoughts traveling to his voluptuous first love, and wondering what had happened to her. Once he heard that she'd left town, but no one seemed to know where.
"Well now she's back," he mused aloud, feeling a kind of excitement and anticipation at the thought of seeing her again that he hadn't felt in a long time. "Fate is funny. It certainly is funny."
His reverie was interrupted by the sound of the hall clock chiming four. He'd been daydreaming for over an hour. He went back to his desk and once again confronted the piles of receipts and the columns of figures. At least Rosa's call gave him incentive to finish, so he would be free tomorrow afternoon when she came to his office.
Even as he sat down, however, he found a corner of his mind couldn't pull away from that evening at the Rancho so long ago. I wonder what she had to tell me that night, he thought. It never did come out, did it? Then, brushing the thought aside, he gave his full attention to his work.
CHAPTER TWO
Rose Molina, the object of Tim's Sunday afternoon reverie, was filled with a sense of anticipation for their meeting no less keen than his own. In fact, she was up early on Monday morning, and spent an hour walking in the fresh desert air before the elderly Mexican couple that she had hired as household staff had breakfast fully ready.
"Oh, Senora Rose, perdona me," old Juanita apologized as the attractive, thirty-two year old mistress of the house came in the back door, directly into the kitchen. "I didn't think you would be up so early!"
"No importa, Juanita," she replied easily, untying the bright scarf around her head and letting her dark shoulder-length hair fall free. "I want to take a shower before breakfast anyway."
Reynaldo, Juanita's husband, whose skin was lined and weathered from a lifetime spent working in the hot desert sun, smiled warmly as she passed him.
"If you permit me, Senora, I think the desert air agrees with you. You are as fresh as a rose this morning!"
"Thank you Reynaldo," she smiled. "It's good to be back. Juanita, set the table for two, on the porch, and tell Jose I want to see him for breakfast."
Juanita frowned. "The chauffeur? You are. going to sit and eat with him, Senora?" Her strong sense of tradition and the fitness of things was offended by the idea, and it showed in every line of her body.
Rose turned to her and spoke quietly. "I do not treat my servants in the ordinary way, Juanita, but I pay them well to do as I tell them...and not to ask questions." She paused to be sure her words had been understood. "I'll tell Jose myself. I'm going upstairs anyway."
Moving past the two chastened servants, she paused for a moment in the living room to survey her domain. The room had been transformed, on her instructions, from the old-fashioned, rather cheerless room she had once worked in, to a sunlit, white-walled showpiece, furnished comfortably, and a trifle dramatically with well-upholstered, natural-wood chairs and sofas, bright colored Mexican and Indian draperies and wall hangings, and in front of the huge, natural brick fireplace, a large stone mosaic table and a thick, multi-colored fuck rug.
She surveyed the room with satisfaction. It was everything she wanted it to be, and tangible proof of her financial success, besides. She'd worked for this, planned it in her mind for years, and now it was a reality. It was perfect, except...something was missing, something intangible that she had been driven back here to find, something that had haunted her for all the years she'd been away.
The thought was vaguely disturbing, and Rose pushed it away. She'd learned how not to think of disturbing things. She was about to continue up the stairs when her eye was caught by her own reflection in the large, gilt-framed antique mirror directly opposite her. Objectively she surveyed herself. Her looks, if anything, were better than they had been when she was younger. They had lost some of their moon-faced roundness, and become strikingly attractive. Even now, devoid of any makeup and fresh from her early morning walk, she was amazed to find herself looking not a day over twenty-five. Her body too, dressed in a pair of tight beige slacks, a dusky pink Western-style blouse, and a pair of expensive leather boots, showed not a sign of the wear and tear it had been subjected to in the past several years.
"You've come a long way, Rose," she whispered softly to her reflection, "even though you had to claw through almost every foot of it. And today, you start the last mile of the whole goddamn ugly trip!"
Turning resolutely, she hurried up the stairs, not even stopping on the second floor, where her own room was located, but continuing up the extra flight to the third floor. Without knocking, she pushed open a newly installed door and let herself into the reconverted attic. Except for one room, her own years ago, all the walls had been torn down, and the third floor of the Rancho was now a large studio, with sloping ceiling and one entire wall of windows. Rose didn't bother to look around the room, however. Instead, she went directly to the wide double bed in the middle of the room, on which was reclining the sleeping figure of a young man. The sheets were kicked off, leaving his wiry body completely nude, and a shock of his dark, curly hair fell across his forehead.
"Wake up, Jose," Rose called sharply, "I don't pay you to lie on your arse all day!"
Startled by the sudden noise, Jose sat upright in bed, looked sleepily at his employer, then reached for a pack of cigarettes while she opened the drapes to let in the morning sun.
"What time is it?" he murmured sleepily.
"Seven-thirty."
"Seven-thirty? That's the fuckin' middle of the night. What do I have to get up so early for?"
"We've got a lot to do today. Or did you forget?"
"I gotta meet that chick, try to get into her pants, I know, but that's not till this afternoon, is it?"
"No, but I have shopping to do this morning, and I want you to drive me, so get the lead out." Wearily, Jose Rodriguez lowered his lean, muscular legs over the side of the bed, slipping his feet into a pair of expensive leather slippers. Then he stood up and made his way to the window.
"I think the lead is all in my head this morning," he mumbled, blinking painfully in the sunlight as he stood naked in the brightly lit room.
"Next time don't drink so much at night. I don't like it when my stud passes out afterwards."
The roundly curvaceous woman allowed her eyes to rove lazily over his naked body. His skin was smooth and dark, like her own, and although he had a powerful physique, he appeared almost fragile and slim, until you noticed the bulges in his arms, and the corded muscles of his back and thighs. At the moment, he had an impressive morning erection, and the sight of his long, thick-girthed member rising invitingly out of the dark tangle of his pubic hair, and the wrinkled sac of his testicles swaying beneath, tempted the raven-haired beauty to strip off her own clothes for a pre-breakfast appetizer.
Noticing her look, Jose pressed himself against her, his arm circling her shoulder and reaching down for the haughtily up-thrust mound of one of her breasts.
"Why did you leave last night?" he asked. "Why didn't you sleep up here?"
"I sleep where I want," Rose replied casually, slipping out of his grasp, "and I fuck where I want. They aren't necessarily the same place."
Annoyed at her rebuff, Jose grumbled while he slipped into a silk robe hanging over the back of a chair. "Sometimes I don't like this job," he muttered petulantly.
"It's better than hustling tourists in Tijuana, isn't it?"
"Maybe, but a man has pride," the twenty-two year old Mexican replied, stopping at the mirror to brush his hair out of his eyes.
Rose smiled. "I know all about it. Now do you remember what you have to do today?"
"I told you, I remember. I take you in town, then I go to the library and look for this Beth Daltrey. I get her all hot for me, make a date with her here, then I pick you up again, right?"
"Right," Rose replied softly. "And one more thing, Jose."
"What?" His tone was sulky. It was too early in the morning for all this disturbance.
"When you're talking to me, remember you're not the only piece of meat I can pay to do this job...and all the other jobs you do, too."
Turning on her heel, Rose Molina walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
* * *-------------
At three-thirty that afternoon, Tim Daltrey was seated at the desk in his office. His lunch meeting had ended earlier, and much less successfully, than he'd hoped. The bank wouldn't even consider another loan, and the vice president had out and out suggested that he stop beating a dead horse and take National Machine Products up on their offer to buy.
"After all, Daltrey, you've got to realize that the old days of the independent businessman are as good as over. Everything's big now, international even. You can't expect to hold out forever."
The conversation had left the beleaguered father with a bad taste in his mouth, and he fought down a sense of defeat. There had to be a way to keep the business going, he thought, looking around the familiar office which, together with Beth, represented everything he'd worked for all his life. He couldn't give it up without a fight.
His secretary buzzed on the intercom.
"Yes, Sally?"
"Mr. Daltrey, you said I could leave early today to go for my driver's test. Is now okay?"
"Well I'm expecting a visitor around four. Do you think you could wait that long?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Good. And would you mix up a pitcher of martinis before you go, too? Put them in the refrigerator in here."
"Sure thing."
The thought of Rose's impending visit recalled his mind to pleasanter things, and he resolved to put business matters aside for the rest of the afternoon. His former teenage mistress was a much more appetizing object of thought anyway. While his secretary bustled around the office, putting the martinis and two glasses into the refrigerator to chill, he fought down a rising sense of excitement as the hour for Rose to arrive drew nearer. What would she look like, he wondered? And how the hell had she made enough money to buy the Rancho? She said she had been too busy to get married...maybe she'd gotten a lucky break in the form of a wealthy lover. To his surprise, the thought that Rose might have had other lovers aroused an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy. At the same time, his cock throbbed pleasantly, and he laughed at his own foolishness.
"Hell, there's no reason in the world why she should ever have anything to do with me again," he admonished himself. "Besides, she might be as big as a house and have lost her looks by now, anyway."
A few seconds later, the intercom buzzed again.
"A Miss Molina to see you, Mr. Daltrey."
"Fine. Send her right in. And you can leave anytime you want to, Sally."
The tall, fair-haired executive slipped on his sport jacket, and was just rising from his chair when the door to his office opened; and Rose Molina walked in. For a moment he was rooted to the spot, stunned at the sight of her. She was wearing a fitted suit of natural raw silk that clung to her petite, rounded figure like a second skin, a long rope of pearls that dipped gracefully into the deep cleavage visible at the top of her jacket, and a pair of dark green high-heeled shoes with sheer stockings that emphasized the shapely curve of her legs. Her hair was arranged artfully in a neat chignon, swept upward from her high, clear forehead, so that it occurred to Tim that she looked a little like an Egyptian princess, an impression heightened by her carefully made up eyes, which seemed to glow and flicker like two jewels, and the sensual fullness of her coral-colored lips.
For a moment Tim was speechless, as though he couldn't quite comprehend that the startling vision of female loveliness that stood on the threshold of his office was even real, much less the girl he'd known sixteen years ago, known in every possible way. Then she smiled easily and walked across the room toward him, her hand outstretched.
"Hello, Tim," she said melodiously, in a voice nearly devoid of the accent she had once had. "It's nice to see you again."
"Hello, Rose," he replied heartily, quickly coming out from behind his desk, his face wreathed in a smile as his eyes riveted to hers. "It's. . . it's more than wonderful to see you...it's fantastic!"
* * *
"And that's the whole story, Rose. Ever since Myrna died, I've been fighting tooth and nail to keep the vultures away. And right now I'm afraid it's beginning to look like a losing battle."
It was an hour later, and the pitcher of martinis was half empty on Tim's desk. He hadn't meant to start talking business, but Rose had asked him how things had gone for him, and it seemed easier to dwell on the more mundane aspects of his life than to tell her anything about his personal life, particularly his marriage. He had a feeling she didn't want to hear about Myrna anyway, and he could hardly blame her, but he hadn't planned on reciting the whole tale of woe centering around his financial problems. Somehow it had all come out, however, under Rose's gentle questioning, and in an odd way, he found it a relief to have someone else to listen to his problems, particularly someone as beautiful as Rose.
"Say, I'm really sorry to be bending your ear this way. You must be bored silly. What a welcome, eh?"
"No, no I'm not bored at all," his companion replied, fixing him with her penetrating dark eyes, full of understanding. "In fact, I think I might be able to help you out, Tim. That is, if you could bring yourself to accept my help."
Indeed, his curvaceous visitor had deliberately drawn him out on the subject of the business, supplementing the information she had painstakingly gathered before her arrival through the judicious use of a private detective agency and a newspaper clipping . service. His conversation had only convinced her that she had done well, for Tim had added little to what she already knew. She had spent the past hour, therefore, dwelling more on the physical changes in her former lover, letting her eyes rove with frank interest over his face and body, than in actually listening to his words.
He was still handsome. She was glad of that. It would make things so much easier than if he were old and ugly, with thinning hair and thickening waistline. She even found herself respecting him for the stand he was taking and wishing that somehow things could have been different. But they weren't. She knew that, and had accepted it years ago. The only uncertainty that had existed for her before seeing him was gone, and that was the unknown quantity of her own emotions. She had wondered if seeing him again would revive the old feeling she had once had for him, but she was both pleased and a little puzzled to discover that it did not.She felt, cool, composed, sensually aroused to be sure, but she could handle that, and perfectly capable of doing everything she had planned. There would be no troublesome outburst of regret, wavering, or...love.
Now she sat forward in her chair, her hands resting easily on one another in her lap, her knees crossed demurely, her features innocently concerned. "I can help you Tim," she repeated. "How much do you need?"
For a moment Tim couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly. But she was reaching into her pocketbook and withdrawing a leather covered checkbook.
"How much?" she asked. "I'll write you a check."
"My God, Rose. I can't accept that, even though I appreciate your offering more than I can say. Besides, I'm afraid I need a lot more than any one person could possibly lend out, and it's a terrible risk. I told you, even the bank turned me down."
"A bank and a friend are two different things," Rose smiled warmly. "Would about twenty thousand make life any easier?"
"Twenty thousand?" Tim's eyes widened in disbelief. It was slightly more than the highest figure he needed. "You have that much on hand?"
"No, not actually," Rose replied, writing out a check. "I can give you five now, and the rest later in the week. I'll have to notify my bank in Phoenix."
Crisply she tore the check out of the book, blew on it lightly to drink the ink, then placed it on the desk.
"Rose, I...I don't know what to say..."
"Don't worry about it. It'll be a strict-business loan, with papers and everything. I don't mind at all. After all, you started me in business, in a way."
"What do you mean?"
Rose reached into her purse again and withdrew three crisp twenty dollar bills. "I always swore I'd repay this," she said, placing them on top of the check.
Tim Daltrey felt himself blush to the roots of his hair, and he didn't dare meet her eyes. "Rose...Rose...I feel so ashamed of that night. I behaved contemptibly, and I want you to know I know it."
"It's all right. It's over now, water under the bridge. Everybody makes mistakes when they're young. Besides, it's all worked out for the best, hasn't it? Your life, my life, they've both worked out reasonably well. At least I have no complaints."
Tim watched her, marveling at her cool elegance, and the apparent sincerity with which she assured him that the past was forgotten.
"You're really quite a woman, Rose," he said admiringly, trying with no great success, to keep his eyes from wandering too frankly over the ripe lush curves of her silk-clad body. "I don't know how I can ever repay you for this."
"I have a suggestion," the voluptuous brunette replied, rising from her chair and pacing with feline grace around the office. Tim felt his cock lurch once more to life at the sight of her voluptuous body. She certainly wasn't what he'd expected, not by a long shot.
"What is it?" he asked, surprised to feel a sudden rush of sexual feeling of an intensity and kind that he had learned to keep at bay so well that he had forgotten it existed.
"Make love to me."
The words fell on his ears like thunder, and seemed to echo in the stillness of the room for a long moment after she said them. Tim felt his balls tighten with lust both at the words themselves and the way she said them, looking at him like a jungle cat from across the room, her scarlet lips moist and parted slightly so he could see the tiny tip of her pink tongue as it slithered lightly across her teeth, and the rise and fall of her cock-luring breasts as her breath came faster and faster. It was unbelievable. She'd only walked back into his life an hour ago, and here she was, looking like a pornographic fantasy come to life, actually propositioning him!
As though hypnotized, the love-hungry businessman moved across his office toward her, his eyes riveted to the sultry outline of her petite, but appetizingly rounded body. At the thought of possessing her once more, after all these years, his penis pounded hotly against his thigh, and his throat suddenly felt dry.
But even if there had been no store of half-buried memories of the enticing creature who stood before him to feed the fires of his imagination, he knew that his response would have been the same. For Rose Molina, he was sure, had enough physical charm to set a saint's mind wandering, much less a normal, full-bodied man in his prime, and particularly one who had learned, out of necessity, to suppress the more potent of his lustful urges through three years of being a widower, and thirteen years of marriage to a woman who, although beautiful, had little or no interest in the pleasure of the flesh.
Just being near the dynamically exciting Latin beauty for little over an hour, he felt more lustily alive than he had in his entire marriage collectively. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out with his strong hands, tearing the clothes from her ripely inviting body, and fucking her like a demon. As it was, he grasped her shoulders softly, digging his fingers into the resilient olive-toned flesh as hard as he dared, his eyes drawn magnetically to the dark line of cleavage between her breasts as they rose and fell with her quickened breath. The two haughtily up-thrust mounds looked as soft and smooth and sweet as fresh cream, and the thought of what it would be like to sink his face between those two melon-like swells set his head spinning. When his voice finally came, it was thick with frank desire.
"Whenever, wherever you want, Rose," he murmured huskily, his eyes fastening on hers hungrily.
Soft as velvet, Rose took a step forward, her eyes locked with his, and slipped her tapered, well-manicured hands around his neck, lightly running her fingers around the rim of his collar and sending shivers up and down his spine.
"Now?" she whispered quizzically, although her voice, too, betrayed a depth of emotion that Tim found flattering.
For a moment his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You mean here?" he asked. "In my office?"
Rose smiled and pressed the whole length of her full-fleshed body against his, so that her breasts nestled warmly against his rib cage, and his penis lurched crazily against her belly. Standing on tiptoe, she tilted her head to the side, snaked out her little pink tongue and licked lightly over the outer circumference of his ear.
"What do you think I came back for, Tim?" she murmured. "I've waited sixteen years, I don't want to wait any longer."
The lean blond businessman was half mad with desire, and his former girlfriend's tantalizing suggestion, coupled with the lewd probing of her tongue, was all the urging he needed. With a deep, savage groan, he suddenly threw caution to the winds and grabbed the petite, softly voluptuous brunette in his arms, passionately crushing her lush Spanish body against his own. They kissed harshly, cruelly, and Rose opened her mouth all the way, responding with violent delight now that her man had at last made his move. He pressed his wet tongue deeply into her mouth, and fiercely she accepted it, then pushed back with the pressure of her own tongue, which darted sensuously into his mouth, lewdly exploring the warm moist interior.
Then Tim felt one hand loosen its hold around his neck and travel downward over his arm, his side and hips until it began to work its way between their feverishly embracing bodies, down, down between his legs until it found the thickly throbbing bulge of his desire-hungry cock. Skillfully she began to massage it so that the long shaft and painfully sensitized head became ablaze with obscene, long-repressed desire.
Groaning deeply, Tim began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. Beneath it she was wearing only a sheer black nylon slip, of the expensive variety, with a built-in brassiere which, while it supported her perfectly shaped, pink-tipped breasts, did almost nothing to conceal them. His blood pounding hotly in his temples, Tim gripped the two lush mounds in his hands, savoring the soft combination of silky fabric and tender flesh and the sweet musky scent that seemed to rise naturally from her body. Her breasts were too large for his hands to contain entirely, but he could feel the nipples grow taut against his palms, tightening into two hard little peas under his touch.
Rose sighed seductively with pleasure and letting her head fall backward and her eyes close, she lowered the zipper of his pants and slipped one hand boldly inside and through the front opening of his briefs to find his eager, lust-bloated penis. With deft fingers, she withdrew its heatedly throbbing length and expertly eased back the protective foreskin, exposing the blunt red-flushed head. Her fingers stroked teasingly down along the fleshy column and then closed hotly around it, making a vise-like pressure with her fist.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in a soft voice, "it's so big! I'd forgotten how big you are, Tim, and now it's even better than it was before."
Moving with instinctive sureness, the aroused executive began pulling at her tight skirt, raising it until it was bunched around her hips, the hem barely reaching to the top of her roundly fleshed thighs. He ran his hands over the exposed flesh of her legs above her stockings and then began worming his outstretched middle finger slowly up under the tight elastic leg band of her sheer black panties.
Her pubic hair felt moist and furry, and his extended finger, moving almost as though it had eyes of its own, quickly found the warm fleshy slit nestled at the center of the thickly curling strands. He began finger-fucking up and down the entire length of the heated little furrow from the tiny quivering bud of her already aroused clitoris to the soft, buttery entrance of her cuntal passage. Rose groaned wildly in delight and ground her loins forward against his hand, while her newly rediscovered lover slipped two fingers up into her creamy vaginal softness, gently stretching the interior of the moist channel, moving deeper and deeper with lurid, insinuating strokes. The statuesque brunette seemed to relish his every sexual advance, and as his fingers found their way deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping pussy, she began violently pumping her pelvis back and forth, forcing his thick fingers even farther up into her obscenely eager cunt.
"What a man you are, Tim," she crooned, clinging tightly to his neck with one hand, while the other continued its wildly erotic stroking of his cock. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me cam right now, like this! From the minute I walked in here I've wanted you to fuck me!"
Her explicit language added fuel to the fire of Tim's smoldering animal lust that now pervaded every part of him. In response to her plea, he withdrew his fingers from the hot, fleshy depths of her cunt and gently pried her fingers loose from the thick circumference of his heatedly aroused cock.
"Don't go away," he smiled, his voice throaty with desire. "I'm just going to lock the door. And then I'm going to fuck you so good, you won't see straight for a week."
"Do it, lover," Rose replied, her eyes glazed with obvious desire. "Do it now! Jesus Maria, do it now!"
Swiftly, Tim locked the door, closed the blinds, and took the phone off the hook. When he turned back to Rose, he was amazed to see that she had used the time to strip herself nearly naked. Her silk suit was draped casually over the arm of the couch, her pearls and panties were flung carelessly beside them. All she was wearing was her short, sheer nylon slip, her black garter belt, stockings, and high heels. And, as Tom watched, thunderstruck, she slowly crossed her hands in front of her, gripped the hem of her scanty chemise and began raising it over her head. He watched, mesmerized, as first the thick triangle of her darkly curling pubic hair came into view, then her firm, slightly rounded abdomen and the soft flare of her hip-flesh, and then the up-thrust roundness of her voluptuously shaped breasts. She tossed the slip aside and, her eyes still fastened on those of the hotly excited businessman who had once been her lover, she loosened her hair so that it fell freely around her face in black, glistening waves. Then she leaned back against his desk, supporting herself on her hands, and slowly, deliberately, spread the sculpted columns of her thighs so that Tim could see just a trace of her wetly glistening pink cuntal split.
"Fuck me, Tim," she groaned, almost incoherent in her torrid need for him. "Shove your beautiful long cock right up into me. Now!"
Within seconds, the muscular executive had stripped off his own clothes and bounded across the room, seizing her scantily clad form in his strong arms and burying his head between the fleshy mounds of her nakedly quivering breasts, licking the light film of salty-sweet perspiration that had gathered on her skin, then seizing first one ajjd then the other berry-like tip between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery hardness.
"Oh yes!" Rose moaned, "Like that! Hard! Oh! That's the way I like it!" Her own hands had again grasped his hotly pulsing cock, but Tim felt himself so aroused that he was afraid he would cum right then and there. He wanted to save it until he could let it go off like a skyrocket deep inside her wetly seething vaginal flesh, and he stopped the tantalizing movement of her hands. Rose pulled back slightly, as though she'd suddenly had a new idea.
"Do you like it standing up?" she asked mischievously.
"Baby, today for you, I'd do it standing on my head!" Tim answered hotly.
"Then brace yourself, here I come!" And steadying herself with her hands against his shoulders, the petite brunette suddenly pushed herself upward, leaping into his arms, her legs winding around his hips. "Guide yourself in," she urged, and as soon as she was certain his penis was in position, she began lowering her rounded buttocks slowly, slithering downward on his body like a snake, until Tim felt his cock against the moistly pulsing entrance to her cunt. Wriggling her hips in a lewd circular motion, she began impaling herself on the thick girth of his lustily palpitating staff, sucking it up inside her hungry cunt little by little, each delicious motion sending hot thrills of mounting sensual urgency through his loins. Finally, he was all the way in and could feel the tender, cushiony hardness of her cervix pressing against the blunt sensitive tip of his aching hot cock.
Rose now lowered one leg so that her toes could brace against the floor, and Tim slipped his hands behind her and seized the full, fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Rose arched her body to receive him, clinging to his shoulders and digging her nails into his back, her head thrown back and her features contorted in a grimace of ecstasy.
"Stick your finger in my ass-hole," she whispered hotly. "I want to feel you everywhere at once."
"Any way you want it, sweetheart," Tim replied lustily, searching with his finger in the deep, narrow crevice of her anal furrow until he found the tightly puckered ring of her rectum. For a moment he probed teasingly around the pulsating entrance, taunting her and refusing to go in. He could feel her whole body tensed with excitement, and she thrust her hips backwards, as though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up inside her nether hole. Finally, he gave her, her wish and jammed his middle finger up her anus to the first knuckle.
"Ahhhhh!" Rose moaned, as a burning sensation seared hotly through her doubly speared loins.
Tim thrust again, up to the second knuckle, beginning to take an almost sadistic pleasure in his own actions and in the response to the lewdly pinioned firebrand whose body was pressed tightly against his own. Despite obvious pain, she screwed her buttocks back on his finger, driving it all the way up inside the tight rubbery warmth of her rectum. He could feel his own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated her two furiously contracting passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigid penis.
Tim's body was sleek with sweat now, and his every muscle felt newly alive as he moved against her with strength and precision. It was inconceivable to him that this could actually be happening, and the awareness that he was standing up naked in his own office, fucking the hell out of the beautiful brunette while his fingers sluiced lewdly in and out of her straining anus, only added to the demon sexual drive that consumed him. He felt like a bull, as though he could fuck her like this for hours, days, and still never have enough of her warmly welcoming body. He pumped his hips violently, and his long hard cock drove into her tender moistness with the force of his rampant desire.
Rose's face twisted in ecstatic torment under his thrusts, and her breath came in short animal-like gasps, but her naked body didn't pause a second in its eager undulation. Tim's blood-engorged shaft tore into her like a weapon, and his finger rammed painfully into her burning rectal depths, but she loved it! The harder it was, the more it turned her on!
"UUUUNNNGGHH!" Tim snarled, savoring the conquered, submissive look in her formerly cool, composed eyes. She was like a wild animal now, raking her long nails over the nipples on his chest so fiercely that he thought the pain would make his cock explode. His impatiently churning cum was beginning to surge and gather, obscenely bloating the sac of his testicles, and feeling his orgasm approaching, he redoubled the intensity of his fucking.
Rose sensed the change in him, and at the same time, felt herself jolted by her own sudden explosive bursts of passion. Her cuntal walls quaked furiously as her climax drew nearer.
"I...I'm...cu...cumming," she mewled. "Oh Christ! I'm cummmiiinnngg!"
Tim, too, was at the bursting point. He suddenly stiffened his body where he stood, as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, and his madly jerking cock exploded with a rush of scalding cum.
"AAAAAANNNGGGHH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he cried out, as a torrent of thick white semen jetted out of his swollen cock-head into the hungrily sucking mouth of Rose's womb.
Her own cuntal juices flowed like hot honey as she felt her convulsing vaginal cavern fill with the warm wetness of Tim's boiling seed. Her wantonly writhing body was rocked by tremors as the earthquake force of orgasm consumed her. It seemed to be happening everywhere at once in her cunt in her rectum even in the hardened tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts, and she could do nothing except surrender to its overwhelming force!
Finally, their mutual passion subsided and came to its natural completion. Bracing herself with a hand on his desk. Rose let her feet rest firmly on the ground again while Tim withdrew his finger from her hotly clenching anus with a pop and his softening penis slid wetly out of her vagina. For a long moment they stood silently, each leaning naked against the desk, while their minds as well as their bodies drifted slowly back to earth. Finally they opened their eyes and looked at each other.
"Oh Rose!" Tim sighed, taking her still-trembling form into his arms, "Welcome home."
"It was almost worth waiting so long for," she murmured lazily into his shoulder.
Tim couldn't see it, but she was smiling a tiny cold catlike smile, and her eyes had a strange glint in them. Enjoy it while you can, my friend. she thought, because this is only the beginning. Only the beginning.
CHAPTER THREE
While Tim and Rose were busily renewing old acquaintances, Jose, Rose's hyper-sexed chauffeur, was in the process of carrying out the instructions his voluptuous employer had given him that morning. After dropping his sexy brunette boss off at Tim's office, he slipped out of his chauffeur's jacket and cap, leaving himself attired in a pair of tight, dark trousers, a form-fitting tailored shirt of pale yellow, and a black silk tie.
"Might as well get rid of that, too," he decided, sliding the restraining strip of material out from under his collar. "These gringo chicks go for the casual approach." He checked out his appearance in the mirror of the plush wine-colored Lincoln Continental, and when he was satisfied with it, he reached into his wallet and removed a neatly folded newspaper clipping. On it was a photograph of an attractive blonde teenager. Her evenly spaced features smiled directly at the camera from beneath a cloud of long hair that fanned out from the elongated oval of her' face, drifting like a gentle cloud down to just touch her shoulders. "Valedictorian of the graduating class of Desert
Pine Junior High School, Beth Daltrey", the caption read, "daughter of Mr. Timothy Daltrey of Sunset Drive, and the late Mrs. Myrna Daltrey." He studied the photograph for a few minutes, so he would be sure to recognize the girl in the library where the private detective Rose employed had said she worked after school.
"Some parts of this job I don't like," he reflected as he gazed at the clear-eyed girl's image. "But on the other hand, some parts aren't bad, not bad at all."
Checking out his looks once more, the wiry young chauffeur put the photo back in his pocket, got out of the car and locked it, and made his way down a mimosa-shaded street toward an old stone building set back on a sloping lawn that was the branch library. He didn't know why his scheming employer was so interested in this jail-bait Daltrey girl, but like she always said, he wasn't paid to ask questions.
* * *
From the minute the good-looking, dark-haired boy walked into the library, Beth Daltrey couldn't help but notice him. She knew most of the local people at least by sight, and the fact that he was a stranger was the first thing that attracted her attention. He looked Latin, probably Mexican, the fifteen year old blonde reflected, as she watched him stroll through the shelves of books, but there was something about him that seemed continually to draw her eyes back to him as she sat at the low desk addressing overdue notices to the library's subscribers.
For one thing, he was very handsome, she decided, glancing surreptitiously at his fine, sharp profile, noting the sensual fullness of his lips, which almost seemed not to fit with the sculpted quality of his high cheekbones and long, straight nose. Also, he was very well dressed expensively, in fact, which definitely set him apart from most of the Mexicans she knew. Although they were usually neat, their low level of income relative to the local Anglos generally confined their wardrobes to variations on dungarees and T-shirts, while this boy looked as though he'd just stepped out of the men's fashion pages of the Sunday Magazine. In fact, to Tim Daltrey's dutiful and somewhat naive daughter, he looked...mysterious, in a way that piqued her curiosity and interest.
Although the attractive blonde teenager was unaware of it, Rose Molina's chauffeur was also taking every opportunity that offered itself to look her over too. He was pleased to see that the photo in the paper wasn't deceptive, that it had underplayed the attractiveness of the curvaceous adolescent rather than over-flattered it. Of course, he didn't dare be too obvious about his interest, for that might put her off, but when she rose from her chair to get another stack of cards from the tile drawer, he let his eyes wander quickly over her body from top to toe.
She was wearing a light blue pleated skirt which came to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long tapering legs already slightly brown from the spring sun. He liked legs like that, "American legs", he called them, to distinguish them from the shorter, more rounded limbs of most of the Mexican women he knew. Over the skirt she wore a demure white blouse of which only the top button was open so that he could see little of her fair skin. But from the way the blouse clung to the two pear-shaped young mounds of her breasts, he could tell that she wasn't one of those skinny, brittle gringo chicks, that looked as though a strong wind could blow them over. No, this one was all woman...or will be, he reflected darkly, by the time I'm through with her Finally he decided it was time to move, and he sauntered casually over to the desk, curving his features into the most engaging smile he could manage.
" 'Scuse me, Senorita," he began, adopting more of a Latin accent than he actually possessed, "I'm new here, and I want to improve my English language. Could you maybe suggest me some good books?"
"Why yes, I think so," Beth replied easily, smiling at him and then quickly turning her eyes away. "What are you interested in? Hobbies, or novels, or poetry. . . "
"Novels, I think. Something romantic." Beth glanced quickly at him, and felt a flutter of excitement as he smiled down at her. Living alone with her widowed father, Beth hadn't done much dating in the year since her father had given her permission to do so. Somewhat shy, she found it difficult to indulge in the easy banter through which most teenagers her age made contact with the opposite sex. Those boys who had asked her out generally didn't make a second date, after they discovered that Beth Daltrey, despite her blonde good looks and excitingly developed figure, was definitely a "good" girl. Not that she'd often had to fight any of them off. There was an inherent innocence and reserve about the blue-eyed fifteen year old that prevented any guy from even trying.
In fact, Beth had begun to wonder why she never seemed to have the kind of experiences some of her girlfriends described. It seemed they were always having to slap the wandering hands of the local boys on their Saturday night dates, while she usually arrived home early, her hair not even mussed, and was left at the door with a handshake. It had even begun to bother her a little, for she was reaching an age when her own feelings of interest in the opposite sex were definitely on the upswing. Indeed, she often thought romantically of what it would be like to fall in love, to sink into the strong arms of a man and have him kiss her meltingly on the lips for the first time, like the heroines in the books she read. Something about the engaging smile on the face of the young man standing in front of her reminded her of her romantic fantasies, and her heart seemed to skip a beat as she moved around from the back of the desk and walked with him to the shelf containing classic English-language novels.
"Here's one you might like," she suggested, taking a copy of Wuthering Heights from the shelf. "It's very romantic, and not too difficult either, if you're not used to reading in English. It's one of my favorites."
"If you like this book, Senorita, I think I like it. too," Jose replied. "I think I take this one "
"Are you a subscriber?" Beth asked, making her way back to the desk, feeling strangely excited by his obvious attention.
"What's that'. '"
'I mean do you have a library card here?"
"No, I just come to Albuquerque this week."
"Well, it's no problem. I'll just make out a card for you now."
Beth took out an application form, and they leaned over opposite sides of the desk while she asked him for the information required.
"Name?"
"Jose Rodriguez."
"Address?"
"Rancho Albuquerque, R.D. 3."
"Rancho Albuquerque? Why, I thought that place was closed."
"The lady I work for, she buy it for a house.
We just move in.
"Oh, I see. And what sort of work do you do?"
"I drive car. Chauffeur, I think you call it, yes?"
"Yes, that's right. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't allow smoking in the library," she said, as Jose took a pack of Camels out of his shirt pocket and was about to light one.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe...maybe there is someplace we could go and have a soda together, and there I could smoke, too?"
Beth flushed at his sudden invitation. He said it so nicely that she was taken off guard, for ordinarily she wouldn't have considered an invitation from a total stranger. However, if he was new in town, he must be lonely, and he certainly seemed like a pleasant person. Still, she hesitated. She didn't want him to think she was an easy pickup.
"Oh, thank you," she said shyly, "but I don't know if I should, you see I work until five
"It's almost five now."
"Yes, but you see I have to be home to fix dinner for my father when he comes home from work."
"Senorita, please don't think I am too forward, but if you would do me the honor to come for a soda with me, I can drive you home in the car of the lady I work for. I have an hour before I have to meet her. And...perhaps I could meet your father and ask his permission to take you to the movies some evening.
Beth could feel herself blush to the roots of her hair at his disarming suggestion. She was sure there couldn't be any harm in having a soda with a young man so obviously well-bred and polite.
"Well, yes, all right," she finally assented. "Just let me finish up here and I'm sure I'd have enough time."
Duck soup, the amoral young seducer reflected triumphantly, as he watched her luscious teenage form bustling around the library. This is gonna be easier than I thought.
* * *
A little less than an hour later, Beth found herself in the plush, leather-upholstered front seat of Rose Molina's Lincoln, on the way back to her own house.
Tim Daltrey's blonde daughter felt as though the time were speeding at an unusually rapid rate, for when Jose eased the large car into a space in fron of the empty lot at the corner of her block, she was almost regretful that their date was over so soon. It seemed to Beth that she had known the handsome young man forever, since they had talked easily and animatedly together for nearly an hour. Also, the burgeoning excitement she had begun to feel from the minute he approached her in the library had, if anything, intensified rather than abated. It was a strange sensation, a little like butterflies in her stomach that seemed to flutter in agitation whenever the dark young chauffeur smiled at her or touched her. Taking a corner sharply, her body had been thrown against his, sliding across the seat with no will of its own, and the momentary feeling of his warm, muscular flesh affected the curvaceous young blonde like an electric shock. She even felt little tingling sensations down there, in between her legs, and her whole body felt flushed and shivery.
"I don't think my father is home yet," she said, once the huge Lincoln was parked. "His car isn't in the driveway."
"Maybe we can wait for him?" Jose asked, looking at his watch. I still have some time before I have to go meet my boss.
"Well, I have to go soon," Beth said. "But maybe I can stay just a few more minutes."
She knew it wasn't quite right to sit out in the car with Jose parked in front of the vacant lot. That was the sort of thing that started the neighbors talking. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to leave, not yet. It was as though she were fascinated, even hypnotized by the compelling, dark-haired young man who had driven her home, and she rationalized her thoughts of the disapproval of the neighbors, even her own father, right out of her mind.
"I'm glad you stay, even for a few minutes,"
Jose was saying, as his arm snaked out along the back of the seat until his fingers were nearly touching the bright strands of her blonde hair. "I'm glad. And I'm glad I meet you today, too, Beth. I want to see you again, very much."
"I do, too," Tim's young daughter found herself saying.
For a long moment, Jose gazed soulfully into her eyes, and then let his glance wander downwards to her soft pink lips. Beth felt his arm ease down onto her shoulder, and then he was drawing her closer, and shifting his own body over the shiny leather upholstery of the car seat.
"Oh yes," he breathed, "I am very glad I meet you."
Beth felt faint as she realized the handsome older boy was about to kiss her. Softly his lips grazed her forehead and her cheeks, and then finally pressed against her own. His lips opened slightly, so he could seize the soft lush curvature of hers, nipping them gently, then pressing down with a tiny circular motion that made the naive teenager feel as though she were melting from within in a lovely fire. Both his arms encircled her trembling shoulders, and he held her close, caressing her back and stroking her soft blonde hair, while his lips pressed down on hers with increasing urgency. And then suddenly he pulled away slightly.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, in a voice that trembled with emotion. "I shouldn't do that so soon. But I couldn't help it." He looked at her apologetically. "Now maybe you don't want to see me anymore, yes?"
Still nearly dizzy from the effects of his kiss, the first real kiss she had ever received, Beth could hardly find her voice at first. She was touched by his concern, and at the same time flattered that he found her so attractive. "Oh no, Jose, I'm not angry," she finally managed to say. "In fact I...I think I wanted you to do that."
The admission shocked her, but even as she said it, the pretty adolescent realized it was true. Jose made her feel differently than any boy she had ever met. It seemed so natural, so right, to let herself slip into his arms that way, not like the other boys she'd gone out with, who hadn't really tempted her at all. So, when she found it happening a second time, his arms circling her and drawing her close again, she was even more receptive. Her own, barely touched feminine instincts seemed to take over, propelling her arms upward to embrace him in return, and this time when his lips sought hers, she kissed him back.
Inwardly, Rose Molina's corrupt employee exulted at the ease with which the pretty gringo girl surrendered to him. Nor were his feelings strictly those of accomplishing what he had set out to do on Rose's instructions, although a certain male sense of conquest was certainly part of them. Besides that, though, he was definitely excited by the long-legged blonde girl, and his cock was straining against the confines of his tight trousers as he kissed her harder this time, his tongue licking softly over the tender contours of her lips, forcing them open slightly, so it could dart inside her mouth and explore the white wall of her perfect teeth, and the soft underside of her lips. There was nothing the depraved Mexican liked better than the process of breaking down a woman's resistance until she was a helpless slave to her own desire for him. And this little blonde...well, she was restoring his sense of maleness after the superior condescension he had to endure from the sensual older woman he worked for. It was going to be a real pleasure to lead this one down the path of degradation, a real pleasure.
As he felt her response heighten and intensify, he began letting his hands wander more freely over her trembling young form. Still keeping one arm around her shoulders, he let the other travel around to her side, stroking it up and down from her armpit to her waist, and up over the sensitive flesh of her upper arm, working his way little by little around to the front of her body until finally he slipped his hand in between their tightly embracing forms, and with one movement, closed it over the surface of her small round breast. At the same time, his lips abandoned hers and, bending her backwards against the back of the car seat, he began whirling his tongue in the small shell-pink orifice of her ear, blowing little warm currents of air inside, then licked lightly down the side of her neck to her shoulders, all the while murmuring insincere words of endearment and admiration for her youthful beauty.
Beth could hardly believe what was happening. Her breath came in short little gasps as Jose's lips and hand continued their tantalizing ministrations. She knew she should stop him, break away, but she felt powerless, as though all the strength was being drained out of her muscles and she was helpless before the persuasive onslaught of his sensuality. Somehow her arms were up around his neck, pressing him closer, and she moaned softly, unconsciously, as she felt herself surrender to the Mexican boy's embraces.
Now his hand snaked down to the hem of her skirt and deftly slipped underneath. He pressed his lips down on hers again, this time more hungrily, and at the same time, his hand slid upward over the smooth flesh of her naked thigh until his fingers reached the tight elastic leg band of her panties. Tracing its outline, he followed it around her leg, gently forcing her thighs apart just enough so that he could fit his palm between them. Then he placed his hand directly on top of the soft, heated mound of her pussy, his cock throbbing lustily as he felt the dampness of her crotch band, a certain sigh that she was definitely enjoying what was happening.
His rapid movements took only a fraction of a second, and since Beth wasn't expecting them, she had not the slightest resistance prepared. But, when she felt his fingers graze the most private part of her body, a shudder seemed to ricochet through her young frame, dizzying in its intensity, making her feel pleasurably faint and weak, and at the same time charging her with a kind of intense excitement she had never felt before. For an instant, it felt as though her center of gravity had shifted to that sensitive spot between her legs that Jose was gently probing with his fingers, and at the same time, she felt a rush of moisture cascading out from deep inside her and spreading over the already moist fabric of her thin panties.
"No...No, Jose, I...I have to leave now..." she murmured confusedly, pulling away from him to the far side of the car seat and rapidly rearranging her disordered clothes. "My...my father will be home soon."
"I come to the library tomorrow," Jose declared.
"No! It's closed tomorrow. The schools are too. There's a statewide teacher's meeting, and the librarian will be out of town."
Jose thought for a moment. "Then you are free all day tomorrow?"
"Yes, I am."
"Would you come to visit me at my house? In the afternoon?"
"Oh Jose, I don't know...don't you have to work?"
"Not in the afternoon, no. I would come to get you, but I must work in the morning. I tell you what. You know how to get to the Rancho?"
"Yes, but. . . "
"Come to the Rancho, then; go around to the back and look up to the window on the top floor. If it's open, come in the back door and up the stairs, all the way to the top. There are two doors, one to the left, one straight ahead, a new one. That's the one you want."
"I...I don't think I should," Beth objected weakly.
"Don't give me an answer now, then. Just come if you can, okay?"
"Okay." Feeling somewhat more composed now, although still trembling with arousal, the blonde teenager let herself out of the long shiny car and closed the door behind her. "Well, good-bye," she said uncertainly, still not able to tear herself completely away.
Jose slid across the car seat and grasped her hand, which was resting on the window. He brought it to his lips, turned it over, and kissed her lightly on the palm and wrist, running his I tongue along the smooth skin. Beth once again felt the warm, liquid sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Until tomorrow?" Jose asked hopefully, his brown eyes looking longingly into hers.
"I...I don't know. I'll try. I have to go now," she finished lamely. And before the dark-eyed seducer could stop her, she pulled her hand away and ran across the street toward her house, her pleated skirt flaring outward and giving him tantalizing glimpses of her long, shapely legs.
Jose watched her, his hand dropping lewdly to massage the pulsing mound of his cock and balls. "You'll come," he thought lasciviously, "if not tomorrow, soon. And then, my little blonde cunt, you really have a surprise!" He started the car, eased it out of the parking space and headed for Tim Daltrey's office to pick up his boss.
Rose should be pleased with the way things had gone, maybe pleased enough to be very nice to him tonight, very nice indeed!
* * *
Tim got home late that evening, having had to wait at his office until Rose's chauffeur came to get her, a task he hadn't minded in the slightest. By the time he arrived, Beth had dinner almost completely ready. Indeed, she was grateful for his lateness, since it gave her a chance to calm herself and arrange her thoughts and still the sensual trembling that assaulted her body whenever she thought of Jose.
She was also glad that her father, while very cheerful that evening, didn't seem to want to talk a great deal. He was probably preoccupied with business matters, she decided. It was hard for him right now, she knew. In fact, she was surprised to find herself looking at her parent from a somewhat different perspective than usual. Her own sudden sexual awakening appeared to have made everything slightly different, and for the first time, she found herself looking at Tim, not just as her father, but as a man. Indeed, when he helped her clear off the table and do the dishes, she was shocked to find her eyes wandering to the slight bulge discernible in his trousers and realized for the first time that her father was very attractive, that he must have feelings like her own, even those dangerously exciting feelings she had experienced with Jose so shortly before, in the front seat of his boss's car. Had he and her mother felt that way for each other, she wondered. Was that what it meant to fall in love? She frowned slightly at that. Her memories of her mother didn't include anything that she could relate to such things. And yet her parents had made love she was the proof of that. Her father's hands had wandered over her mother's body even more intimately than Jose's had touched her own.
To her surprise, the thought caused a resurgence of the dizzying sexual feeling she had only recently experienced for the first time, and when, a few minutes later, she announced that she was going upstairs to do her homework and her father put his arm around her shoulder to kiss her good night, she was even more surprised to discover that it affected her almost the way Jose's kisses had, though not as strongly. That had never happened before. Always she had felt completely at ease with her father, hugging and kissing him with all the naive playfulness of a puppy. But now, suddenly, she felt herself pulling away slightly, as though for some strange reason, she instinctively was exercising the same sort of control with him that she knew was necessary with Jose.
The thought was vaguely disturbing, but strangely exciting, too, and Beth was too naive and inexperienced to consider that possibly, just possibly, there were dangers attached to the warm feelings of desire that seemed to crowd in on her from every side. It did not occur to her that, unleashed completely, with no preparation or understanding, she could find herself swept up in a whirlpool of passionate emotion that could have cataclysmic effects. No, they were so new and delightful that she was content to enjoy them, and all evening long she discovered that they easily crowded out her concentration on her school work. Finally, she decided to put off her work and climb into bed to watch the stars and think about all that had happened to her that day.
Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and put on the short, frilly nightgown that she wore to bed. She thought the coolness of the sheets on her body would cool down the warm flush on her skin, but even that familiar sensation worked differently than usual. The smooth percale made her quiveringly aware of every portion of her lithe young body, particularly the narrow cleft, lightly fringed with delicate tendrils of softly curling blonde hair that nestled at the juncture of her thighs.
Unconsciously, she found her hands wandering downward to touch that mysterious place. It gave her a forbidden thrill to place her small fingers on the sweet moist surface and graze her fingertips over the hard little button of flesh at the top. In face, it was almost as exciting as when Jose had touched her there, for he had been outside of her panties, and now, alone in her own bed, she was free to touch her sparsely haired cuntal slit all naked.
Dreamily, the aroused young teenager sank back into the pillows, both hands clutched over the steadily moistening mound of her cunt.
It seemed as though she barely had to touch it at all for delicious sensations to rush through her whole body, and gradually her explorations became more intense. Her fingers pressed the tiny button of her clitoris, and at the same time, she bore downward with her hips, increasing the tantalizing sensation even more. As she became more and more aroused, she rotated her middle finger in tight little circles, and involuntarily kicked off the covers as she twisted and turned sensuously on the bed.
Suddenly, her eye was caught by her own reflection in the mirror on the bureau opposite the bed. She was shocked at the sight that met her eyes. There she was, nearly naked on her own bed, her skin flushed with sensual heat, her blonde hair disordered and her fingers lewdly pressed against her own vagina! What if her father should come in and find her that way?
The thought of her tall, good-looking parent coming into the room unexpectedly amazingly served to increase her feelings of newly awakened desire. It was ridiculous, but true, she thought. Jose had had such a potent effect on her that she now found herself excited at the thought of being discovered tickling herself down there by her own father! With a low moan, she turned over on the bed, breathing quickly, her mind swimming with confused images of Jose and her father, while the feathery palpitations between her legs churned irresistibly. Not aware yet of the release she would find if she fingered herself more intensely, the confused young girl finally fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, however, the two men still appeared, sometimes separately, sometimes melting strangely into one.
CHAPTER FOUR
At noon the next day, Rose Molina was seated at a window on the third floor of the Rancho, smoking cigarette after cigarette, her eyes riveted to the spot several hundred yards distant where the bus from Albuquerque deposited passengers every twenty minutes. After each bus left, with no sign of Tim Daltrey's fifteen year old daughter, the sultry Mexican paced restlessly around the small room, her own room in days gone by and the only section of the third floor that had been left relatively unchanged in her remodeling. Even the furniture was the same as when she had occupied the room, and the sight of the memory-laden objects only heightened her desire for her vicious plan to get underway.
Of course, there was no guarantee that the girl would come today. Jose had told her it wasn't definite, and it was perfectly possible that she would be too scared, too uptight to take him up on his invitation, at least not so soon. But Rose Molina was banking on a number of intangibles, not the least of which were bloodlines. Beth's mother had been a goody-goody, too, but it hadn't stopped her from hopping into bed with the first available male and even getting herself pregnant when she decided it was time for a husband. And Rose knew from past and present experience that the easiest way to get to Tim Daltrey was through his cock. If there was any truth to heredity, the girl would come. And when she did . . .
The attractive dark-haired woman found her heart beating faster with anticipation. She had planned it in her mind for so long, ever since she discovered that she could put to good use the skills she had learned so willingly, so trustingly, from Tim Daltrey in this very room so long ago, the intuitive gift she had for pleasing and exciting men. It wasn't what she wanted, but once she adjusted to the fact that she had few other alternatives, she had played her cards cleverly, and for high stakes.
She smiled as she thought of her statement to Tim the day before. After all, you started me in business, in a way. The dumb cluck hadn't even noticed it, his eyes were bulging so much with ogling the check she was writing and the calculatedly alluring curves of her elegantly dressed body. Well, soon he'd remember it, and he'd understand it, too. In a way, she was doing the girl a favor. Women's liberationists were always talking about the need for women to have a career well, she was letting Beth in on the ground floor of the world's oldest profession, and Rose was going to see to it that she got started early, a few months younger even, than she herself had been. And by the time she was finished with the little blonde bitch. Tim Daltrey would know she'd paid back his three twenty dollar bills with interest.
Another big yellow bus was lumbering up the road, and the svelte brunette positioned herself to the side of the window, where she could see without being seen. Her whole body tensed when, after the bus pulled away, she saw a single solitary figure crossing the road and heading up the long dirt driveway that led to the house. It was a slender blonde girl, clad in a pair of pale blue denims and a bright red wrap-around blouse.
"Jose!" Rose called excitedly to her chauffeur, who was stretched out on his bed in the next room reading comic books. "I think she's here!"
A few seconds later, the wiry young man, clad only in a pair of tight black nylon briefs, joined her at the window. "Yeah, that's her, all right." he assented, watching Beth make her way up the drive. "Nice piece of ass, eh?"
"She'll do. Get away from the window now. I don't want her to see us. You remember everything I told you?"
Jose smiled darkly. "I remember. I'm even looking forward to it."
"Good. Go into your room now and wait for her."
As soon as she was alone again. Rose went to the wall that divided the small room from Jose's.
Although the room was almost the same as it had been sixteen years ago, there were some changes. Pulling back a set of drapes, she revealed a window that looked directly onto Jose's bed. From his side of the wall, it looked like a large innocuous mirror. And on a table directly in front of the window, was a new 8mm movie camera.
* * *
A few moments later, Beth was making her way stealthily up the back stairs leading to Jose's room. Luckily, she hadn't met anyone so far, though in a way, she had been half-hoping she would, that someone would appear and challenge her right to be there, giving her an excuse to retreat. But no one appeared Rose had even sent the two old Mexican servants into town for the afternoon to make sure nothing happened to scare the girl away, in case she did come. Now, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest, the fifteen year old blonde stood on the top landing, facing Jose's door just ahead of her and, on the left, the older door that led -although she was unaware of it into the room that contained Rose Molina and the movie camera.
All the way out on the bus Beth had been arguing the wisdom of what she was doing. She knew her father wouldn't approve, and she wasn't even certain she approved herself. To come to the room of a strange young man, one whom she'd only met yesterday for the first time, and who had made it perfectly plain that her physical charms weren't the least thing that had attracted him to her, she was sure was a mistake.
And yet, even knowing it was unwise, she had felt unable to restrain herself from coming. All morning, while she washed her hair and ironed her blouse, then raced through her household chores, she had told herself she wouldn't go. But when everything was done, she had locked the door behind her and made her way to the bus station as though there had never been any doubt in her mind what she would do.
Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Beth was about to knock on Jose's door when suddenly it opened, and the handsome youth was beckoning her inside.
"I saw you coming," he explained warmly, once she was inside the door. "All morning I have watched the buses."
Now that she was here at last, Beth found her courage failing. She was also a little shocked at the scantiness of Jose's attire, since he was still clad only in the tight, skimpy black briefs which barely covered his narrow buttocks and clearly outlined the bulging mound of his penis and testicles.
"I...I only came for a few minutes," Beth declared shyly, looking around the room at the various objects to avoid having to confront the older boy's nearly naked torso and the sight of his dark eyes which seemed to mock her feeble excuses. "Just to say hello."
Jose strode easily across the room to where she was standing, turned her around and wrapped her in his arms, his lips searching and finding hers. He kissed her long and slow, and Beth felt herself beginning once more to feel weak and melting sensations as she let him caress her.
"Hello," he said softly, when at last he broke from the kiss.
"You have...so many lovely things here," Beth began, feeling foolish to hear herself mutter such inanities. "Oh, I'm sorry; you must think I'm an...an idiot, or something."
Jose grinned. "No, you're just nervous, that's all. You need some wine to relax. Just look around; make yourself comfortable."
While he went to his bureau and poured two glasses of deep red liquid from an antique cut glass pitcher, Beth walked around the room, noticing things here and there.
The room was different from what she had expected, somehow. Like the living room, it was well-furnished and comfortable, and the row of windows on one side afforded a spectacular view of the desert and, in the distance, a low line of rolling hills that looked as though they had been carefully placed in the flat landscape, like an ornament on a table. Beth pretended to be absorbed in the view, as a way of avoiding the confusing thoughts and feelings that assaulted her now that she was alone with Jose. Maybe he was right, and she did need to relax. When he came over and offered her a glass of the "sparkling red liquid, therefore, she accepted it willingly, even though she'd almost never had wine before except on special occasions, and then only a diluted version considered suitable for her age by the grown-ups. Following Jose's example, she took several large swallows and was surprised to find that it was refreshingly cold and had a fruity taste that was very pleasant.
"Mmmmm! This is very good," she said. "What is it?"
"Sangria, a wine punch, with lemons and oranges. You want some more?"
"Yes, thank you," Beth replied, deceived by the relatively mild taste of the drink. Jose smiled to himself as he refilled her glass and his own, and clinking them together, offered a toast to encourage her to drink the alcoholic beverage down.
"To love." he said softly, letting his eyes roam over her appetizing young figure and face in a way that Beth found exciting, if a little unnerving. The blonde fifteen year old smiled back at him and took another swallow of the drink, then continued pacing nervously around the room, as much to escape the frank lasciviousness in her host's eyes as to explore the room where he lived.
"Oh, what are these?" she asked as she noticed a collection of strange masks hanging on one wall. They were brightly colored and some of them had grotesque features, like characters out of Grimm's fairy tales.
"They're Indian dance masks," Jose informed her, taking one of them off the wall and holding it up to his face. He jumped around with exaggerated movements, and Beth laughed, as for a moment, he almost seemed to become the strange character whose carved features grimaced luridly from the mask. He took it off again and hung it back up on the wall: Beth's attention was caught by another mask, very different from the others. It was made of glove-soft black leather and had no ornaments except for a round hole where the mouth should be, a triangular cut-out space for the nose and two narrow slits for the eyes.
Before she had time to ask about it, however, Jose insinuated himself between her and the masks, forcing her to look fully at his lean, muscular body, nearly naked in the skimpy black briefs. His near nakedness was shocking to the naive girl, but fascinating, too. Indeed, her inhibitions loosened somewhat by the Sangria, Beth couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of his sun-bronzed torso and his darkly handsome features. With a will of their own, her eyes traveled curiously over the hard, hairless surface of his chest, the firm plane of his abdomen, his long, well-shaped legs and finally came to rest on the prominently displayed mound of his genitals. With a shock, she realized that he must have an erection, for the front of his briefs bulged noticeably with a long tube-like shape. Startled, she looked away, feeling embarrassed, but Jose wasn't about to let her evade him this time.
"You like to look at my body?" he asked, his voice low and hypnotic. "Don't be ashamed," he continued, when Beth didn't answer and instead blushed a bright red that spread over her cheeks and neck and down over the softly rising surface of her young breasts. Slowly, Jose moved toward her like a cat stalking a mouse, not so quickly as to startle her, but every muscle alert in case his prey should try to escape.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he went on. "Everybody likes to look at naked bodies. Right now, for instance..." his hands reached out to lightly stroke her face and shoulders, "I would like to see you naked, too. Very much."
Beth's heart seemed to rise to her throat as he began fumbling with the tie of her wrap-around blouse, undoing it and opening the front of the garment to reveal her brassiere-encased breasts, which jutted forward, proud and high-set. Unresisting, she let him ease the blouse off her shoulders and watched hypnotized as he tossed it lightly onto the bureau. Then his hands encircled her torso and began fumbling with the clasp of her brassiere, and in an instant, she felt the single metal hook give way. and her brassiere, too, followed the blouse.
Now Tim Daltrey's young daughter was half-naked, alone in the bedroom of the amoral Mexican chauffeur, who now began to caress her whitely quivering young breasts with his hands, teasing the berry-pink nipples into two hard little buds. Beth knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen. She should be resisting, forbidding the sexually aggressive young man to undress her and touch her like this. But she seemed powerless to resist, not only his caresses, but her own rapidly mounting feelings of desire. After spending twenty-four hours in a constant state of unrelieved sexual excitement, it was a relief to the awakening adolescent to feel his hands on her quiveringly alive young body. Also, the Sangria was beginning to affect her, too, heightening her sense of arousal and effectively blocking whatever moral objections she might have raised under normal circumstances. All she was conscious of were the heady sensations of pleasure that Jose transmitted to her achingly sensitive young body with his slightest touch.
"You have such beautiful breasts," he murmured, drawing her closer with one strong arm so that he could lick her ear and neck, working his way downward with little lapping motions until his lips could seize first one and then the other gently trembling swell.
Beth had never felt anything so excruciatingly lovely as his lips softly nibbling on her naked nipples. Her whole body seemed to quake with a strange new excitement, a sensual vibration that grew stronger with every flick of the handsome Mexican's tongue over her ripe young adolescent nakedness. It was dizzying, and she could barely keep her balance as she felt his hand grope downward to the zipper in her tight jeans and open it. Then the hand began insinuating itself, palm down, inside the tight garments, even inside her white nylon bikini panties, working its way over her naked belly until it reached her softly curling pubic hair. With middle finger outstretched, Jose wormed his way down until he felt the already stiff little button of her clitoris and the moistness of her panties and her palpitating cuntal entrance. He probed gently at the thin membrane of skin that protected her still virginal pussy. His cock lurched hungrily, and he imagined what it would be like to sink his stiff pole of male hardness into that tight, tiny little hole. But Rose had forbidden him to do that. She had other plans for today, and the lusty young chauffeur had already decided they were interesting enough to forgo deflowering the blonde teenager, at least for the present.
"Touch me, too," he whispered into the ear of Tim's sensually trembling young daughter. He grasped her wrist in his hand and drew her palm down between his legs, cupping it over the heated mound of his cock and balls, while his own hand, still lewdly inserted inside her dungarees, continued to tease and massage her wetly pulsing cunt.
Beth could scarcely believe the size of his thickly rigid staff, which jerked and churned under her inexperienced palm like a tiny animal with ;i will of its own. It was fascinating, the way it pulsed warmly against her hand, stiff and powerful. But, at the same time, she was suddenly assaulted by a definite feeling that this was wrong, dangerous. If she allowed it to go on, Jose, she knew with instinctive certainty, would want to...to make love to her! All her training and education came surging to the forefront of her consciousness, and she knew she had to stop, but she couldn't! It was as though she were hypnotized by the Mexican's potent sensuality, and even though her mind was screaming no, her body was squirming and wriggling against his lewdly exploratory hand, while her own fingers closed magnetically over the thick girth of his hotly pulsing penis.
Suddenly, she was nearly overcome with a wave of dizziness and near nausea, generated by the combination of her inner conflict with the large amount of Sangria she had gulped down earlier. She felt faint, and making a great effort of will, she suddenly broke away from Jose, and fighting down tears, threw herself onto the bed, hoping that the world would slow again if she just relaxed.
"I'm...I'm sorry," she murmured weakly. "I can't." She felt like a stupid child having to admit her weakness. "I...I guess I'm not as much of a woman as you thought."
Jose smiled knowingly. "It's just the first time, that's all. Here, I make it easier for you to forget all the silly things people tell you." He went over to the wall where the masks were hung and took down the strange one that Beth had noticed earlier. "When the Indian dancers wear these masks," he said softly, sitting beside her on the bed and straightening out the soft leather until, to Beth's drink and sex-clouded eyes, it looked like a strange face peering up at her, "they believe another person enters them. They forget who they are every day and they become someone else. They become the mask, and they can do all kinds of things they would never dare to do otherwise. Here, put it on."
The dark young man fitted the strange leather garment over Beth's face. It was almost like a second skin, but she noticed that, around the O-shaped hole for the mouth, the leather curved inward and was stiff. The mask wouldn't fit securely unless she opened her lips and fitted them around the shaped opening so that her mouth was open in a perfect "o."
"That's right," Jose continued, fastening the mask behind her head and at the back of her neck. "Now," he continued, pulling her to her feet and turning her so she faced the mirror, "you aren't scared little Beth anymore. You're somebody else, somebody who can do anything she wants and nobody will ever know its you."
On the other side of the two-way mirror, Rose Molina switched on the camera as soon as Beth, attired in the mask, was facing it fully. She'd been growing impatient with Jose as he went through his long preliminaries, but now, at last, things could get under way. Checking to make sure the camera was functioning properly, she watched as the blonde teenager surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what the girl would do if she knew that barely three feet away from her, her father's mistress was watching the bizarre events taking place in Jose's room.
Totally unaware of Rose's presence, however, Tim Daltrey's young daughter looked at her own reflection with shock and fascination. She could not recognize herself at all in the lewdly bare-breasted figure that stared back at her from behind the leather mask. The zipper of her jeans was still open, and while she watched, Jose, standing behind her, began pushing them downward over her curving hips until they were lowered to the floor, and like an automaton, she stepped out of them. It was strange, but with the donning of the mask, she did seem to become another person, as though one part of her was watching another part of her being stripped naked, caressed by the obscenely curious fingers of the Mexican chauffeur, who now easily lowered her thin nylon panties also, leaving her completely naked.
Pressing himself against her from behind, his thick cock lurching against the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks, he began running his hands over the naked front of her body, worming his middle finger between her pussy-lips so he could massage her clitoris and flicking the fingers of his other hand over her naked breasts.
Beth groaned uncontrollably, a strange animal sound she had never heard before, much less uttered, as hot flames of lewd desire surged through her nakedly trembling adolescent body with hurricane force. Gone were all thoughts of right and wrong. They belonged to someone else, another Beth Daltrey who was rapidly being left far, far behind. All she was conscious of was the deliciously lewd feelings of sensual heat that made her want to writhe and wriggle like an animal against the nearly naked body of the handsome young man who was touching her almost arrogantly with his hands, his cock.
Suddenly she twisted around and turned to face him.
"I...I want to see you naked, too," she tried to say, but the restricted position of her lips inside the mask made it difficult to speak, a fact which only increased the strange sexuality of the scene. She had ceased to be her old self, she realized. She was free to be the anonymous figure behind the mask!
Despite her muffled words, Jose seemed to understand exactly what she wanted, for, grinning lewdly, he lowered his tight briefs over his narrow hips and kicked them aside, leaving himself completely naked. Beth's eyes fastened in astonishment on the thick girth of his fully erect penis, which sprang immediately out from his body as soon as it was free of the restraints of his black nylon briefs. It rose like an enormous flagpole from the thickly curling mass of his dark pubic hair, and the mask-clad teenager stared in fascination at its blue-veined thickness, and the heavy sac that swayed beneath it.
"You like it?" Jose asked lewdly, gripping the blood-engorged rod in his fist. "You like my big cock?"
Unable to speak, Beth could only nod her head slowly, still gazing at it as though hypnotized.
"Show me how much," Jose demanded softly. "Get down on your knees in front of me and play with my cock. Show me how much you like it with your hands and your mouth."
As he spoke, he reached out with one hand and began pressing on Beth's shoulder, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor. Tim's daughter no longer felt faintly nauseous or disturbed at the thought of touching the lewdly aroused rod of male flesh. Instead, she found herself looking forward to it, for her own body was raging with unsatisfied desire, and the anonymity of the leather mask which pressed hotly against her features seemed to be releasing a dark, primitive aspect of herself that she had never known existed before. She felt willing to do anything Jose asked of her, no matter how lewd and unnatural it seemed. In fact, his crude words as he forced her down onto her knees only excited her more.
Reaching out with trembling hands, she grasped the heavy, blue-veined column in her hands. It was long and thick, and a few droplets of pre-cum glistened on the smooth, rubbery tip. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, lurching out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if it had a life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and began lightly licking the length of the shaft, darting her tongue out of the rounded "O" of the mask and snaking it up and down lightly, noticing the velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her tongue. Then, withdrawing her tongue, she seized it between her thumbs and forefingers and drew back his thick foreskin, fully exposing the pulsing, ruddy head. Back and forth, up and down, her fingers went, as her interest in the obscenely naked shaft increased. So consumed was she with lust that it didn't even occur to her that there was anything unusual about what she was doing, except perhaps for the wonderful throbbing deep in her loins when she played with the lewdly naked penis. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, and she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom as she explored the hotly palpitating, rock-hard maleness for the first time.
Jose grinned triumphantly as he looked down on her leather-encased features, framed by her wavy blonde hair as her head and hands bobbed up and down over his penis. Then he reached down and gripped his huge shaft with one hand, while with the other he seized the back of Beth's head.
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Take it in your soft little mouth and suck it!" At the same time, he positioned the head at the entrance to her opened mouth and, her lips and teeth being separated by the ridges on the mask, inserted his lust-driven penis inside. A thrill of lust coursed through him with the combined feeling of the soft leather of the mask and the interior of Beth's warm wet oral cavern.
At first Beth was shocked at having his thick penis shoved suddenly into her mouth, and for a moment she was tempted to pull away. But Jose maintained his grip on her head, and began moving his hips slowly back and forth, driving the huge shaft farther and farther in until each forward movement sent it plummeting all the way to the back of her throat. Beth felt herself gag uncontrollably, and she tried to twist away, to protest, but Jose held her head firmly in place. For a moment she felt blind panic, and she mewled helplessly into his mass of thrusting cock flesh as it sawed in and out of the wet oval of her mask-encased lips.
And then, suddenly, a strange thing happened. Her panic reached a peak, and then subsided. In its place was a new feeling, similar to what she had felt before, except now more intense. Instead of wanting to expel the fleshy intruder, she suddenly found that she wanted to feel it buried to the hilt inside her mouth like that. The very shame and degradation of it had something irresistibly arousing about it, too. Indeed, the new feelings completely crowded everything else out of her mind, and she found herself reaching up with her hands to caress the hardness of Jose's thighs, his tight sinewy buttocks, while her lips and throat relaxed and actually sought to draw his thick penis farther inside. She knew it was lewd, forbidden, but the knowledge only increased her excitement. It was as though she had been waiting all her life for the obscenely erotic explosion that now consumed her, transforming her from the neat, well-behaved valedictorian of her class into a heatedly aroused, nakedly sucking female animal, who existed only to feel the plunging hotness of a thick penis churning and sawing into her ovaled lips, violating her orally, while she knelt nakedly on the floor in front of her older tormentor, mutely accepting, even begging for more.
She began to suck and pull on the hugely bloated instrument with her lips and tongue, discovering, to her surprise, that she had an instinctive sense of what to do, even though she had never even considered performing such an act before. She was amazed to feel a warm. excited moistness seeping from between her legs, and to realize that for some time she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her cunt lips tight, in order to create a pleasant throbbing in her vagina.
"Ooooohhh," she sighed, as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her wetly steaming cuntal split. Hungrily, her mouth pulled on Jose's shaft of swollen flesh, and she found herself actually enjoying the sensation of it plunging all the way back to the curve of her throat, even liked the tart, thick taste of the liquid that seeped from its pulsing tip in tiny drops.
Jose, meanwhile, sensing the end of her momentary resistance, rotated his hips lustily, savoring the lewd feelings that coursed through him as the subjugated teenager slavered over his cock. There was nothing he liked better than having some good-looking chick suck him off, and as he surrendered to his own feelings, Beth almost ceased to exist for him as a conscious human being. She became, instead, an anonymous love slave, an object for him to sink his huge cock into any way, any time he wanted. Occasionally he glanced into the mirror, and the sight of the nakedly kneeling virginal teenager, as well as the knowledge that behind the mirror his big-breasted employer was watching and recording every instant of their encounter on film, increased his feelings of male potency and pride.
"Uuuuunnnggghh," he moaned, feeling his desire-heated semen beginning to surge and gather in the heavy sacs of his testicles, which bobbed and slapped lewdly against Beth's leather-clad chin with every stroke up into her now hungrily working lips.
II this little gringo hitch falls apart at the last minute, he thought threateningly, if she doesn't swallow it all.. . To prevent such an eventuality, he seized her head in both hands, holding it in position as he increased his movements in and out of her mouth, growing wilder in his gyrations with every second.
"Oh, suck me good, bitch," he groaned. "Suck me good!"
CHAPTER FIVE
On the other side of the dividing wall, Rose Molina watched the scene in Jose's bedroom with keen interest, occasionally checking the camera to make sure that it was catching everything. The sight of Her lover's teenage daughter naked and on her knees before the lust-driven chauffeur gave her a peculiar sense of triumph.
In fact, she found herself more than a little aroused by the lewd tableau they made, and occasionally her fingers found their way up under the hem of her neat A-line skirt to stroke her own throbbing hot pussy flesh, while her eyes were riveted to the oral copulation taking place between Beth and Jose.
"She's not bad," the raven-haired schemer murmured to herself. "It's a shame I can't take her back to Phoenix with me. The drunken oilmen would just love that little piece of teenage ass. Her cherry alone would be worth a lot to the right customer. However, I have other plans, and I don't mind losing the money if I can get the chance to rub Tim Daltrey's face in his own dirt. And from the way that little gringo bitch is shaking her ass, it looks as though that's not going to be any problem at all. In fact, Jose's done a good job. He has a definite talent for this kind of work. Maybe when we get back to Phoenix, I'll let him build up a whole stable of his own!"
Judging from the muffled sounds she could hear through the wall, and the contortions of her chauffeur's darkly handsome Latin features, she could tell that he was right on the verge of his orgasm. Taking a position behind the camera, so that she could make any last-minute adjustments in angle and focus, she watched the two naked figures with interest.
Jose's pelvic gyrations became more intense, and suddenly he pressed Beth's face down on his cock even harder, while at the same time his torso seemed to become rigid and taut.
"Oooohhh shit!" Rose heard him groan, "I'm cumming! I I I I I I I M M M M M M CUMMMMMMIINNNGGGG!"
Rose Molina saw Beth recoil from what must have been a flood of semen pouring out of his climaxing penis deep into her mouth, but Jose's hold on her head was too strong for her to be able to resist it. Doing her best, she swallowed it down, gagging and choking somewhat, but nevertheless taking it all. Finally after several seconds in which their two bodies seemed frozen in position while the last of Jose's lust-heated seed gushed out of his now subsiding cock-head, Rose saw the wiry young Mexican begin to withdraw.
"Now this is the most important thing of all, Jose," Rose murmured. "Don't fuck it up!"
But her concern was unnecessary, for Jose slipped his now softened penis out of young Beth Daltrey's mouth and then, turning her head to face the mirror, undid the straps that fastened the lurid mask in the back and lifted it off, giving his camera-wielding brunette boss a perfect, clearly recognizable shot of Tim Daltrey's daughter's face.
"Fantastico," Rose declared. She switched the film onto rewind and prepared another reel to replace it. She could see Beth sinking down onto Jose's bed, almost in a state of shock at what she had just done. At the same time, she could tell that the naked young adolescent was still very aroused herself, for although Jose had reached a climax, she herself had not.
"Well, I'll take care of that soon enough, little girl," Rose cooed as she put the new reel of film in the camera. "In fact, I can hardly wait to get a taste of your pretty little cunt myself!"
* * *
In the other room, Beth lay on Jose's double bed, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions, her body still ablaze with unsatisfied passion. Freed from the confining leather mask, the brutal reality of what had happened pressed in on her with shocking clarity: She had sucked a man's cock! She had swallowed the gushing cum of a young Mexican youth while wearing a tight obscene face mask! A great torrent of shame crashed through her still-virginal flesh, and with a groan of humiliation she realized that if her lather ever knew what she had so willingly done, he would be completely stunned and horrified. And yet, the bewildered fifteen year old knew that she had fallen prey to a volcanic passion that seemed to have controlled her mind and body totally, as if there was some demonic force deep inside of her that had been waiting only for this fantastic release. For despite the fact that her native innocence was horribly shaken, she could not deny the fact that she had...enjoyed it! Yes, she found every moment of it, once she was past her initial fear, to be wonderfully thrilling in a darkly erotic way that she found absolutely satisfying. In fact her body still trembled with desire, having been brought to the teetering brink of her first fully conscious orgasm. The hotly pulsing walls of her still virginal young pussy cried out for total release, and her tapered young legs trembled nakedly in desirous expectation.
She was jolted from her reverie by Jose as he reclined next to her on the bed, still naked, smoking a cigarette.
"I...I hope it was not too rough for you, cara mia," he whispered to her as she turned to gaze at him. "Perhaps I was too hard on you?"
"Oh...oh no," Daltrey's young daughter replied, her voice thick with passion, "it was...was wonderful...I feel so...so good..."
Beth wondered if the wine punch she had drunk earlier wasn't also contributing to the strange euphoria that pervaded her completely. For she was half-paralyzed, her body throbbing warmly, still crying and yearning for completion, while her young mind struggled to comprehend all that had happened. She knew she should go home quickly but she couldn't! She didn't feel as if she had enough strength to get up and dress, in fact, so potent was the unusual state of her mind and body.
Suddenly the pretty fifteen year old heard the sound of a door opening, and at the same time, felt Jose's body stiffen next to her, and heard him gasp. Turning her head, the promiscuous teenager was stunned to see the imperious figure of a black-haired, extremely beautiful woman standing in the doorway of Jose's room. She was dressed in a black silk A-line skirt, and a white silk blouse, her elegant clothes amply revealing her statuesque frame. An expression of livid anger crossed her striking features, and Beth struggled to move and speak, but the shock of being discovered, naked and in bed with a man, paralyzed her.
"Jose," Rose demanded sharply as she entered, "just what do you think you're doing?"
"Oh. please. Miss Molina." the youth hastily answered, rising from the bed and quickly slipping on his trousers, "I can explain...please..."
"You don't need to explain a thing to me, Jose," she snapped, "it's perfectly obvious what's going on here. You've got another cheap little whore up her visiting you during working hours, even though I specifically forbade it!"
Beth gasped as she said this. The woman called her a whore! The humiliated fifteen-year-old struggled vainly to rise and protest, but she was so taken aback by the new turn of events that she was only able to cover the pulsing nakedness of her desire-racked young breasts with a sheet.
"Miss Molina," the dark-haired youth pleaded, doing his best to create the impression that their confrontation was a spontaneous event, "I thought you would be away...I..."
"I should have known better than to trust you," the haughty female retorted, "bringing these cheap little bitches here!"
Beth's young brain reeled with alarm. She was being insulted by a strange woman she didn't even know, only moments after she had sucked Jose's cock. How had she let herself get entangled in such a horrible nightmare?
"No...no," the ravaged teenager struggled to say, her voice sounding far away and strange, "I want to go home..."
"You stay where you are, you little slut," Rose commanded the numbed teenager. "I've wanted to teach you little town whores a lesson for a long time..."
"Miss Molina," her chauffeur asked, "what are you going to do?"
"That's my business! You leave me alone with her now. I have some things in the car that I want you to deliver. Pronto!"
"Yes, right away." The dark-skinned youth departed hastily, leaving Rose alone with the tremblingly naked form of Daltrey's young blonde daughter.
"Who...who are you?" Beth managed to say, as the strange female stared at her with a strange intensity.
"You'll find out soon enough, you little bitch. I warned Jose that the next time I found him fucking some town girl in my house, I'd take it out on both him and the girl. Now I keep my word."
Tim's fifteen year old daughter couldn't believe her ears. This woman was threatening her, thinking she was some kind of local prostitute. But she was helpless, still held captive by the strength of her unsatisfied passion, and half paralyzed by fear and by the wine she had consumed earlier. With frightened eyes, she watched the woman Jose had called "Miss Molina" slowly strip herself until she was completely naked. Then she began to walk towards the bed where Beth lay helpless and frightened. Suddenly the woman reached down, and in one gesture flung the sheet away from the girl's vulnerably naked young body.
"Spread your legs," Rose commanded, as her eyes roved appreciatively over the succulent flesh of her lover's young daughter. A sadistic glow of excitement began to throb through her own naked form as she anticipated tongue-fucking the unsuspecting girl. To the revenge-driven female, it was a towering triumph to be able to humiliate this girl, the offspring of the man who had so brutally twisted her life. It was readily apparent to the bitter female that Beth did, as she suspected, possess the deep-running sexual drive that her father had, for Rose had watched how easily Jose had seduced the naive creature. With luck, she herself could now take the pretty blonde a step lower on the downward spiral of immorality. She let her tongue run wetly over her scarlet lips as she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Beth's helplessly splayed legs.
Daltrey's daughter tried to struggle away as Rose gripped her thighs tightly with her hands, but in the next moment her father's mistress slapped her full on the face, making the shocked teenager scream in terror.
"You make one more move and I'll beat you senseless," Rose hissed. "You spread your legs and keep them spread, my darling, or believe me you'll regret it."
With a groan of abject submission, Beth allowed the black-haired female to spread her legs even farther. She knew she had no choice but to submit, for there was no telling what might happen to her if she protested further. Shivers of degradation rippled through her abused young flesh, as she mutely waited for this cruel female to have her way with her.
With no further warning, Rose suddenly emitted a low moan of lust and thrust her face hungrily down into the teenage girl's hot wet pussy, running her tongue roughly over the virginal cuntal flesh, flicking it up and down. The sudden contact of Rose's tongue made Beth gasp with unexpected pleasure, for it was as if the seething excitement she had experienced before returned with full force, making her love-hungry limbs sizzle with rampant passion. In the next moment Rose's tongue made searing contact with the quiveringly sensitive bud of her clitoris, circling it tauntingly, and making Daltrey's young daughter cry out helplessly with desire. Despite her shock and horror at the knowledge that it was not only a total stranger, but a woman, who was performing this lewd act on her obscenely exposed pussy flesh, Beth could not resist the overwhelming blaze of heat that began to ripple through her teenage loins. How was it possible that after the galvanic encounter with Jose, she could now be subjected to this? It was unthinkable, but she was a prisoner to this woman's bizarre act of punishment. Her sex-ravished body betrayed her feelings of shame, and she began to involuntarily twist her hips as Rose let her hands slide upwards over the trembling adolescent's satin-smooth belly to her youthfully firm breasts to encompass the soft pointed mounds, while her hungry mouth and tongue continued their lurid assault on the girl's now spasming clitoris.
In the other room, meanwhile, Jose was dutifully fulfilling his employer's instructions, and had triggered the camera once more so he could record the Sapphic orgy in the other bedroom. His own desire had returned, as he watched the two females writhing nakedly on the bed, and he began to stroke his lurching, stiff penis as his dark eyes watched the feverish female tongue-fucking.
Rose, pressing her face downward into Beth's buttery cunt flesh, licked and sucked with mounting excitement. She was actually eating out Tim Daltrey's daughter, the man who had jilted her years ago! She was single-handedly taking his innocent offspring and turning her into a tramp by her systematic series of planned sexual assaults. Of course, the girl's cherry was still intact. Rose felt no need, as yet anyway, to remove that last trace of Beth's girlhood that, she felt, would take care of itself in due time. For the moment, everything was moving like clockwork. Drawing her tongue downward, she began to lave it around the tight little entrance to the quivering adolescent's pinkly glistening pussy. She had stared at it so greedily, minutes before, from the other side of the two-way mirror, reveling in anticipation, and now she abandoned herself totally to her lewd, revenge-triggered desires, and began to lick and suck around the hair-fringed little ring, moaning and mewling her erotic pleasure. She could feel her own pussy vibrating with intense passion, moistly secreting its heated female fluids in anticipation of the orgasm to come.
Jose, meanwhile, began to pull roughly at his lust-bloated cock, while his eyes hungrily ogled the writhing naked flesh of the two women. Nothing gave him more pleasure than the lowest kinds of debauch, and the afternoon's activities had been more than satisfactory to the jaded Mexican. Not only had he gotten his cock sucked by a fifteen year old blonde wearing a leather mask, but now he had the distinct pleasure of watching his voluptuous boss tongue-fuck the same adolescent on his own bed. He laughed lewdly to himself, masturbating with mounting excitement while the movie camera whirred coldly next to him, photographing every lurid detail of the pornographic sight.
And on the bed, Beth, forced to submit to Rose's lewd oral assault, slowly found herself being drawn into an irresistible sea of swirling delight. Her aroused young pussy, driven wildly hot by Rose's artful probing, was pulsing with a life of its own, making waves of warm desire ripple through every part of the ravished blonde teenager's body. Soon the sensual thrills became so overwhelming that she lost consciousness of the sexual nightmare she had unwittingly walked into. Nothing mattered to her any more except the wonderful burning sensations that tore through her vibrating young cunt, and, hardly aware of what she was doing anymore, the wildly thrashing teenage girl began to moan in rapture as the feverishly sucking older woman began to thrust her long, pink tongue upward into her vaginal channel, then flick back to the quivering hardness of Beth's hotly excited clitoris.
Daltrey's young daughter began to flail her head from side to side helplessly as Rose whirled her expert tongue over the fifteen year old's violently excited pussy flesh. Unconsciously her little hands fluttered down to tangle themselves in the black silky strands of her seducer's hair, while her blue eyes rolled up in ecstasy. She was submerged now in an ocean of erotic passion, and she frantically undulated her nakedly gleaming body up and down on the mattress, her sensitive vaginal interior ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she was sinking into a torrent of hot velvety softness, and at last, it seemed that the mounting warmth that had been driving her crazy with desire was about to reach it's full release. A tidal wave of sweet tasting wetness began to pulse and seethe through her innocent vagina, and every inch of her nakedly writhing young body was rippling with passion.
"AAAAGGGGNNNNNNN!" the helplessly ravaged teenager cried suddenly as a lightning bolt of hot excitement tore through her shamelessly aroused body. Surrendering completely, her long white legs kicked helplessly as a crescendo of rapture exploded, for the very first time, in her teenage loins. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!"
Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with delight as a cascade of unbelievable heat sizzled through her young vagina, triggered by Rose's artful tonguing. Her madly contracting, still innocent cuntal walls were consumed with liquid fire, and she mewled like a teenage madwoman as the rapture mounted to unbelievable heights.
Rose, triumphant in the knowledge that she had succeeded in the first stage of her long-planned revenge, felt her own pussy throb in mutual orgasm as Daltrey's daughter reached the overwhelming pinnacle of her first conscious sexual release. The older woman continued to whirl her expert tongue over the climaxing teenager's sizzling clitoris, while her own pussy steamed with sadistic satisfaction. In the other room, Jose, still watching intently, cried out in raw male lust as his tightly gripped cock suddenly squirted forth thick streams of hot white cum, spilling his seed onto the rough wooden floor while the camera recorded the last of Beth's volcanic release in the other room. In a few moments it was over, and as Jose stuffed his softened rod back into his tight trousers, then clicked off the camera, he saw his sultry olive-skinned boss rise up from the bed and slowly, deliberately begin to dress herself, while the fifteen year old blonde lay breathless and bewildered on the wide double bed.
Dumb gringo chick, he thought to himself as he zipped up his trousers, probably never knew what hit her!
And at the door to the room, Rose paused and turned to gaze once more at the lewdly splayed form of Beth Daltrey. She let a smile of contempt curve over her full, sensual lips as she looked down at the stunned and shaken girl.
"If you know what's good for you, you little tramp," she spat, "you'll never show your face in this house again. And if you do, you can be perfectly sure you won't get away so lightly the next time. Now get your clothes on and get out!"
Fighting down tears of shock and humiliation, Beth waited until the commanding older woman had left the room. Then, moving as fast as she could, she got dressed and made her way out again, sneaking down the back stairs and as soon as she was outside, racing for the bus back to town, terrified all the way that the figure of Jose's furiously angry boss would once again intercept her.
CHAPTER SIX
In his office two days later, Tim Daltrey was busily at work, assisted by his secretary. He would dictate a letter, write a check to accompany it, and give it to Sally, enclosing a hand-written note saying: "Balance at the end of the month. Tim Daltrey." With each one, he felt as though a great weight were being lifted off his shoulders. At last, thanks to Rose Molina's generous loan, he felt sure his business would stay afloat. With the five thousand she'd already given him, he could begin to pay off his creditors and even order some of the new equipment he'd been putting off, but desperately needed.
"That's the last of them, Mr. Daltrey," Sally informed him, gathering up her steno pad and the pile of accompanying checks and correspondence.
"Sally, those words are music to my ears," the good-looking blond businessman replied jauntily. "For a while there I didn't think we were going to make it."
His secretary, a pert little redhead, smiled back at him. "Well, it's sure nice to see you smiling again," she said brightly. "I guess your friend's loan came just in time, didn't it?"
"It certainly did. And Sally, I want you to know I appreciate your sticking it out the way you have. You didn't get much of a Christmas bonus this year. . . what would you think about an extra week's paid vacation to make up for it?"
The girl's face creased into a delighted smile. "Oh Mr. Daltrey, that would be wonderful. I've been wanting to go to New York, but it just seemed too expensive. Now I can do it! But you don't have to do it, you know," she continued. "I stayed because I like it here. I hope you know that."
"Thanks for saying so, Sally. But any boss who wants to keep his employees knows a little extra green power now and then doesn't hurt. So take the extra week and enjoy it, okay?"
"I sure will," Sally replied, on her way to the door. "And thanks again."
Tim smiled expansively and watched the bright-eyed, efficient girl go out the door, noticing the way her short dress flared out around her shapely legs and clung to the well-developed mounds of her breasts. He'd never really noticed his secretary's appearance before, but lately, in fact since his galvanic standup fuck with Rose Molina in this very office two days before, he'd been a lot more alert to female charms. Indeed, he had realized with a shock just how tightly under wraps he'd been keeping his normal male responses over the past several years. He'd been so absorbed with business and with being a model husband, father, and pillar of the community, that it hadn't even occurred to him to notice that gradually something had begun to be missing in his life.
But Rose had changed all that. For the first time in years, he felt like a fully potent, alive male again, ready to tackle the world, and it wasn't just because he had, with a stroke of her pen, set the business back on its feet again. No, there was something else responsible for his new feelings of zest for life. The fact of the matter was that he hadn't had such a good fuck since...since the last time he'd fucked Rose, sixteen years ago. He'd tolerated Myrna's lame excuses, assuming she just wasn't "that kind" of girl. And when the pressure got too great, he'd taken his "baser urges", as his wife called them, to a whore. But now, for the first time in years, he strongly desired a woman, and the amazing thing, the thing that made him suddenly feel twenty years younger, was that she apparently returned his feelings full measure!
He was still musing contentedly on this new, happy state of affairs when the intercom buzzed and Sally informed him that Miss Molina was on the line.
"Put her on," he replied, switching to the outside line.
"Hello, cara," the soft feminine voice on the other end of the wire crooned. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Rose, just fine," he answered heartily, enjoying the little quivers of lust that her sultry tones produced in his muscular body. "And you?"
"Oh, since Monday, I feel very relaxed. All I want to do is lie in bed and think about tall handsome blond men with big stiff cocks. You think something's wrong with me?"
"Why no, Miss Molina," Tim jested, assuming a professorial tone. "That sort of activity can be very healthy, provided..."
"Yes?"
"Provided you eventually find a tall handsome blond man to join you in the bed."
Rose laughed intimately. "That's what I'm calling you about."
"I'm delighted. When can I...uh...be of service?"
"Well, how about tonight? My accountant called and said the money has been transferred from Phoenix, so I thought you might like to come out for dinner, and a long, cozy evening."
"Sounds wonderful. What time?"
"Right after work?"
"Okay. I may have to run home first to check on Beth, so why don't we say six-thirty, seven at the latest."
"Wonderful. I have to go now, cara. I'll see you tonight."
He hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and basked in a state of pleasant euphoria for a few seconds. Then he buzzed Sally on the intercom and asked her to remind him to ring Beth at four. He was sure there wouldn't be any problem, as he sometimes had to leave her to have dinner on her own when he had a meeting in the evening. But for the past few days, he'd noticed that his normally cheerful, well-behaved daughter had seemed troubled about something, although when he asked her what was bothering her she insisted there was nothing wrong. Well, kids went through things like that, he reflected. Probably she had a crush on some pop singer and was mooning over that. Still, he did want to check in on her himself, and tell her he wouldn't be home for dinner.
"Who knows?" he mused aloud before getting back to business, "Maybe next time I see Rose for dinner, Beth can come along. I think it might be a good idea for them to meet each other."
Realizing that his mind was leaping much too far ahead, he put all thoughts of the two women in his life resolutely aside, and began perusing the pages of an office equipment catalog.
* * *
At about six-thirty that evening, Beth was seated on the living room couch watching the evening television news and munching desultorily on a cheeseburger, washed down with swallows of milk. Although her father told her, when he called that afternoon, that she should treat herself to dinner at the local MacDonald's, the deeply troubled teenager just hadn't felt up to going out. In fact, for the past two days she had wanted only to stay inside, and not have to face anyone at all. She had used a headache as an excuse to stay home from school the previous day, and she had also called in sick both days at her library job. She just couldn't face the possibility of Jose reappearing, and she didn't know what she would do if he sought her out again after she went back to work. Maybe now she should quit her job and look for another, one where he wouldn't be so likely to find her again.
Of course, there was every possibility that he would never try to contact her again. From what that woman said...Beth shuddered at the memory of the dark-haired woman who had degraded her so shamefully...he was in the habit of picking up girls and bringing them to his room. Numbly, the blue-eyed teenager confronted the possibility that she had been, not the fulfillment of a cherished romantic dream, as he had initially implied, but just another cheap tramp, a source of kicks.
Wearily, the brutally awakened adolescent carried her plate with the half-finished sandwich back into the kitchen, and began clearing up the cooking utensils. The familiar household tasks, which she normally performed cheerfully, even with a certain amount of pride, held no joy for her tonight. Ever since her mind-shattering encounter with Jose on Tuesday afternoon, she had felt strangely at odds in the house, as though whatever change had taken place in her had separated her irrevocably from her old life, her familiar self.
Well, he had told her that by putting on the mask, people became very different, able to do things they would never even consider under normal circumstances. But was that the person that she was, underneath the socially acquired surface of neat, well-behaved schoolgirl? A...a lust-crazed female animal who could go to the bedroom of a boy she had only known for little more than an hour and, kneeling naked on the floor in front of him, suck on his penis like it was a lollipop, until he spurted his torrential semen deep into her mouth? And then, afterwards, submit to the perverted desires of a woman she had never before seen in her life, a woman who insulted and humiliated her verbally and then, in the worst degradation of all, licked and sucked on her naked vaginal flesh until she actually enjoyed it so much that she had her first real orgasm?
Waves of shame coursed through Beth's young body, and suddenly she burst into tears and buried her head in her hands. "Oh no," she sobbed, her whole body wracked with torment, "No! Oh, how did I let this happen to me? How?" Feeling overwhelmed with shame, she left what remained of the dishes and went back into the living room, turning off the television set and sitting down again on the couch. She had enough of her own horrors to deal with, without absorbing the news of the world.
"If only there were somebody I could talk to," she whispered to herself through her tears, "someone I could tell all this to, and they'd understand."
But there was no one, she knew. None of her girlfriends had ever experienced anything like her encounter with Jose, she was sure. And her father, to whom she had always run with the slightest thing that troubled her, was out of the question. She could never reveal to him how shamefully she'd violated his trust. He was so proud of her, and always delighted in telling friends and relatives of her accomplishments. How could she shatter his belief by telling him about Jose? How could she even bring herself to use the words that would be necessary?
For a moment she wished her mother were still alive. Perhaps if she hadn't died, she would have been a confidante, someone Beth could tell her troubles to. But a moment's reflection convinced her that her fair, elegant mother, whose only mention of anything remotely connected to sex that Beth could remember was to tell her that she had found her "under a water lily", would have been the most horrified of all. If she weren't already dead, the story of her daughter's lewd activities on the third floor of the Rancho would have killed her.
No, this was something she was going to have to deal with on her own. Somewhere she would have to find the courage to live with the most horrible fact of all, that she had enjoyed every single minute of what had happened, from the minute she went into Jose's room! That she had even been hoping something like that would happen, and that that was why she'd gone there in the first place! True, his employer's appearance on the scene had been unexpected, but if she was honest with herself, she had to admit that even that had given her a dark, forbidden kind of pleasure. In a way, it was the best part of all, for through the angry brunette's lascivious tongue-fucking, she had at last found some measure of relief from the sensual torment that had set her young body on fire!
Maybe she was, just as that woman said, a whore. Certainly she had acted like one with Jose. And even though the past few days had been the most traumatic of her young life and should, she thought, have left her with a determination never to make the same mistakes again, she was horrified to know that she still trembled with passion whenever a scene or a feeling from their lewd meeting returned to her mind. If she were confronted with Jose again, she knew, despite the shame and degradation he had inflicted on her, she would still feel the same way!
Her mind was churning with these troubling thoughts when the phone rang. For a moment she was tempted not to answer it. It was probably just Kathy calling to ask her about the homework assignment. Then she realized that it might be her father, and she got up from the couch and went to the extension in the hail.
"Hello?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound even and undisturbed.
"Beth? It's me, Jose."
Tim's daughter felt her body tremble with a sudden cold shiver of anxiety at the sound of his voice. This was followed by a spasm of anger. How dare he just call her like that? How dumb did he think she was, anyway?
"Yes?" she replied coldly. "What do you want?"
"You are very mad with me, yes?" His voice sounded serious and concerned, and Beth fought down the temptation to believe he was sincere.
"No, Jose," she finally managed to say coldly. "I'm more angry at myself, I guess. I should have known better than to come see you."
"Beth," the amoral young seducer went on, "I am very sorry for what happened. My boss, did she hurt you'. '"
"Let's just say that she made me very ashamed of myself, Jose. So ashamed that I'm afraid I never want to see either her, or you, ever again." There. She'd said it, as firmly as she could.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line before her caller spoke again.
"I can understand how you feel," he finally replied. "But...I'm afraid there's a problem..." his voice trailed off uneasily.
"What kind of problem?" the blonde adolescent asked, beginning to shiver again with apprehension.
"Well you see, Miss Molina, my boss, she have pictures of us together...naked...in my room..."
"What?" Beth's voice came out in a horrified whisper. "How can that be? We were alone!"
"I don't know, but she have them. Maybe she come in sooner than we think. Now she says she give those pictures to the police and tell them you are a whore if you don't give her money."
"But didn't you tell her that wasn't true'. '"
"Of course I tell her, but she only laugh. She say, if this is such a nice girl, Jose, then her family pay much money to keep her out of trouble. I think you better come and see these pictures, Beth. Maybe you can talk to her."
The terrified young blonde trembled at the thought of seeing Rose Molina again. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, but with a sinking feeling she realized that perhaps her ordeal wasn't over yet. If anything, it was getting worse by the minute. That horrible woman was talking about her family paying money to keep her out of trouble. That meant. . . her father! She was threatening to take photographs of her nakedly sucking on Jose's cock to her own father! She couldn't allow that to happen. She had to prevent that, no matter what! And first of all, she had to see those pictures, to find out just how damaging they were.
"Is she.. . is she home tonight?" the humiliated teenager asked, deciding there was no time like the present to get it over with.
"She have a very important guest for dinner. But I have the pictures. She has the negatives, but she give me the pictures to show to you."
"Can you...can you come over?"
"No, maybe I have to drive her somewhere later. Can you come here?"
"I...I guess I'll have to. I'll take a cab. But I want it clearly understood, Jose, this is just to get the pictures. No funny business."
"No funny business," he agreed solemnly. And then after Beth hung up, he said aloud, "Don't worry, cunt, by the time tonight's over, you aren't gonna be laughing at all!"
* * *
Less than an hour later, Tim Daltrey's young daughter was once again making her way fearfully up the back stairs of the Rancho. This time she had made certain that she wasn't at all provocatively dressed. Over her jeans she was wearing a high-necked blouse with long sleeves, and over that a pullover sweater, both to keep out the evening desert chill, and to make access to her body difficult, in case Jose had any ideas. She was more than a little dismayed to realize, however, that even though her mission was of a sordid nature, the thought of seeing Jose again made her heart beat faster. Inwardly despising herself for her weakness, she crept up the back stairs like a thief.
On the landing of the second floor, she froze in her tracks, for down the hall she could hear the sound of voices and a record of soft cocktail music. She stood stock still for a few seconds, until she was sure no one had heard her, and then quickly darted around the corner and up the stairs leading to Jose's room. She had no way of knowing, of course, that the male voice belonged to her own father, that he was the guest Jose had referred to, and that he was at that very moment sharing a sumptuous meal with the woman who had licked and sucked on her virginal pussy only two days before!
As soon as Jose opened the door for her, it was apparent to Beth that the evening was going to be difficult. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed, but was wearing his wine-colored silk robe tied loosely around his waist. From the way it fell open when he walked, revealing his naked legs, she knew that he was wearing nothing under it except for his underwear, and even that was doubtful. Well, she reproached herself angrily, what did you expect after the other day? A suit and tie?
Once she was inside the room, Jose closed the door behind her and cautiously locked it, pocketing the key. He'd been looking forward to her arrival, and in preparation had drunk a fair amount of Sangria, not enough to spoil his fun, but enough to whet his appetite for the teenage blonde's ripely curvaceous body. Now, following her to the center of the room where she was standing uncertainly, he slipped his arm arrogantly around her shoulders and bent down as though to kiss her.
"Buenos tardes, little gringo," he said a little drunkenly.
Smelling the alcohol on his breath, and offended by his brusque nonchalance, Beth twisted out of his grasp resolutely.
"The pictures, Jose," she demanded. "I only came for the pictures, remember?"
"Oh yes, the pictures," he replied. "Where are those naughty little pictures? Aaaahhh, here!" He handed her an envelope from his bureau. "You want some wine while we look at the pictures?"
"No, thank you," Beth replied stiffly as, with trembling fingers, she opened the envelope and began pulling out its contents. The first one she saw almost made her faint with shame. There she was, full face to the camera, naked to the waist, and Jose, behind her, was pulling down her pants! "Oooohh!" she groaned, trembling with shame. "How horrible!"
"I like this one," Jose declared, standing beside her with a full glass of Sangria and Hipping through the photos until he found a particularly vivid reproduction of Beth kneeling I on the floor in front of him while he plunged his penis in and out of her leather-rimmed mouth.
"I get very horny when I see you sucking on my cock like that."
Ignoring his crude remark, Beth moved away. "But...she can't do anything with these pictures. You can't see my face. Nobody would know it was me."
"Yes, but later you take the mask off, remember?"
"Yes...yes I do remember, but...I was standing in front of the mirror.. . " Suddenly her mouth fell open in shock. "Jose, could that be a...a two-way mirror? What's on the other side of this wall?"
Jose shrugged, grinned and fell back on the bed, still sipping his wine. "Go look," he suggested. "It's the door next to this one."
Beth went to the bedroom door, tried it and found it was locked. "The door's locked, Jose; give me the key so I can get out."
Jose got up from the bed, sauntered over to the door and tried it. "You're right," he grinned, "it's locked. I guess you have to stay here till it's not locked any more."
Beth looked at him, shocked. "Come on, Jose; don't be funny. Give me the key. You just opened this door for me, so you must have it!"
Jose giggled drunkenly and looked down at her. "Key? I don't have no key," he replied, his eyes glinting with cruel laughter. "Maybe my boss, she lock us in again." And he sauntered away to pour himself another drink with apparent unconcern.
Beth stared after him, open mouthed. Suddenly the reality of her situation began to dawn on her. She was locked in with him, in a room that apparently had a two-way mirror! What kind of a situation had she gotten herself into? Her heart pounded with fear, and suddenly she felt blind panic, worse than anything she'd ever known in her life. She had to get out of there!
"Jose, you...bastard!" she burst out suddenly, hurling herself across the room after him, "Give me that key and let me out of here!"
Quick as a cat, the wiry Latin turned just in time to grab her wrists in an iron grip as she came flying toward him. "Oh, you like to wrestle?" he taunted. "That's good; I like to wrestle too. It gets me hot, wrestling with pretty blonde gringos with nice tight pussies! Makes me want to fuck!"
"Let me go!" Beth screamed, her anger and panic mingling as she struggled with all her might to free herself from the grip of the deceptive chauffeur who, she could now see, was indeed totally naked beneath the silk robe. She tried to get into a position where she could kick him in the balls, but he hooked his own leg behind her knee and knocked her off balance, sending her hurtling to the floor with him on top of her. Gripping her wrists tightly in one hand, he used the other to grab her mane of blonde hair and yank her head into a position where he could kiss her. He pressed his lips down on hers cruelly, painfully, forcing her mouth open and flicking his long wet tongue into her mouth.
Beth tried to struggle further, but the effect of his kiss was more than she could resist. Although she fought against it with all her might, hot flashes of latent desire began to ripple through her helplessly pinioned young frame, and after a few seconds it wasn't even necessary for Jose to hold her hair any longer. Still kissing her, he let his hand travel down between her legs, forcing them apart with his knee and began massaging her vaginal area. Even through the thickness of her jeans, Beth felt his lewdly probing touch like a Firebrand, and a low, lust-filled moan escaped from her throat, though she tried to suppress it. At the same time, she could feel his thick rigid cock churning nakedly against her thighs, and the contact with its lewdly throbbing length made her quiver with irresistible feelings of lust.
Finally Jose broke from the kiss and, still keeping his hand on her heatedly pulsing vaginal entrance, he grinned down at her flushed face lasciviously. Beth, overwhelmed with shame, couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.
"You don't fool me," he murmured, whirling his tongue hotly around the outer rim of her ear.
"You like it, don't you? Don't you?" he asked again, jerking her head harshly so she had to face him.
Even as she hated him for what he was doing to her, Beth had to acknowledge that he was right. She was as helpless as a rag doll against the powerful sensual feelings that he excited in her.
"Yes," she murmured weakly, blushing furiously. "Yes, I do."
Smiling triumphantly. Rose Molina's chauffeur got up off the floor and pulled Beth to her feet after him. "Good!" he declared. "That's gonna make things easier. Now, why don't you get out of those clothes, and we can have some fun?"
* * *
Meanwhile, downstairs on the second floor, Beth's father, totally unaware of the ordeal to which his naive young daughter was being subjected on the floor above him, was just finishing the last of a sumptuous dinner and was relaxing over a cup of coffee served by his attractive hostess together with a very pleasant-tasting liqueur and a box of the most expensive Cuban cigars.
"Wow, I didn't think you could get these things anymore," he marveled, leaning back in the comfortable armchair at the intimately candlelit table in Rose's large combination bed-sitting room. Like the living room, the walls were all white. Against one wall was a huge, round double bed that seemed to have every luxury known to modern design built into it. She had already demonstrated to him how the control panel in the headboard operated the lights and the record player and had promised to demonstrate the film projector later, after dinner, implying coyly that she had some "very interesting films" to show him. All in all, he was definitely impressed with his past and present mistress's lifestyle.
"If you know the right people, you can get anything you want," Rose replied, shrugging her shoulder casually. She was wearing a long, one-shouldered black dress of a softly clinging fabric that molded itself to her hips and breasts like a second skin, sheer enough to suggest the sensual treasures beneath, but not to reveal them too explicitly. Her hair curled in soft waves around her shoulders, and in her ears she was wearing an exquisite pair of dangling red earrings that looked to Tim's inexperienced eyes like real rubies.
She got up from her chair and undulated gracefully across the room to a small writing desk in one corner. "Before I forget," she said, returning with a small pile of papers, "here's the check and the loan papers for you to sign. Look them over to make sure everything's in order."
"I'm sure it is, Rose. You seem to know what you're doing where business is concerned." He glanced quickly at the forms, then took his pen out of his pocket and was about to sign.
"Wait a minute, the carbons for the bank," Rose said, getting another group of papers from the desk and slipping them under the original.
Tim signed his name on the dotted line, pressing hard on the ball point pen to make sure it penetrated to the carbons, then handed them back to her.
"I can't tell you how much this means to me. Rose," he said as she took the papers back to the desk and then began clearing the dinner plates onto a wheeled serving cart which she then pushed out into the hall for tjie servants to pick up in the morning, "and to Beth, too. I've been so preoccupied with business lately that I'm afraid I haven't been much of a father to her."
"You're very fond of her, aren't you?" Rose asked, staring at him intently.
"Beth? You bet. If anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do . . .just fall apart, I guess."
"Doesn't it worry you to leave her alone at night like this?" The voluptuous brunette directed her remarks to him from across the room, where she was loading a reel of film into the projector. "I mean she might be inviting boyfriends over, getting herself into trouble."
"Not Beth. I'm telling you Rose. I hate to sound like a typical braggart father, but my daughter's one in a million. If she didn't forget to put her clothes away once in a while, I'd think she was too good to be true. But you'll have to meet her for yourself some time. Then you can tell me whether I'm crazy or not."
"That would be delightful," his ravishingly beautiful mistress replied, somewhat noncommittally. "Now," she came back to his chair and, slipping her tapering, well-manicured fingers around his own, began drawing him over to the bed, "why don't you relax, have another drink, and we'll watch some films?"
"Take your clothes off, make yourself comfortable," she invited, pouring him another glass of liqueur. Slightly embarrassed, but titillated also by her frank invitation, Tim took off his jacket, shoes and tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt.
"Oh, you can do better than that," the calculating brunette teased, reaching down to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, while Tim sipped on the liqueur.
"This stuff is really good," he said appreciatively as the fiery liquid coursed down his throat. "What is it?"
"Oh, something special a business acquaintance brought me from Mexico. I warn you, it's supposed to make you feel very sexy!" Mentally, she added to herself, In fact, if you don't slow down, you 're gonna be unconscious for a week!
"You know, I don't mean to pry, and if you'd rather not talk about it, we can just forget it, but you've never told me what kind of business you're in."
"I don't mind talking about it," Rose replied, making sure the projector was positioned properly and then lowering herself onto the bed beside him. "I run a whorehouse."
Tim's eyes opened wide in astonishment, and he stared at her in disbelief. "You're kidding," he finally managed to say.
"Not at all. Have you ever heard of a place called La Dona's in Phoenix?"
Tim nodded his head slowly. He certainly had. The wealthier men in town had often spoken of its unique atmosphere after a few drinks at business luncheons and of its incredibly beautiful proprietress, a sensual Mexican woman who would provide a man with anything he wanted, for a price.
"Well, I'm La Dona. It means 'the lady,' so you can get some idea of the kind of place it is."
Tim whistled appreciatively. So that was where she got all her money. He could understand why she'd done well her place was one of the most expensive brothels in the Southwest, maybe in the whole U.S., frequented by multimillionaires who knew what their jaded tastes required and were willing to pay well for it. He didn't know quite what to say. The news came like a thunderclap, and he was both shocked and flattered to know that the legendary La Dona was none other than his former mistress, and even more exciting, that she was at this very moment stretched out languorously beside him, at the beginning of what promised to be a very entertaining evening.
While his mind was still reeling with her sudden revelation, she switched on the movie projector, and the opposite wall was immediately filled with an image so erotic that his mind was distracted momentarily from thinking about Rose's true identity. For there, large as life on the screen, was a half-naked girl, being lewdly massaged on her bare breasts by a darkly handsome Mexican youth who stood behind her.
"These certainly aren't your run-of-the-mill home movies, are they?" he asked wryly.
"Well, they're home movies, or maybe 'house' movies is more accurate," Rose laughed. "The man is my chauffeur, Jose, and the girl is some little chippie he picked up around here. She didn't mind letting the camera watch, so we made a few films. I'll be able to use them in Phoenix."
"A local girl?" Tim asked, amazed.
"Sure, you know, a little teenager with hot pants. They fall for Jose like flies. He could probably get them to turn tricks if he wanted to, but I pay him enough so he doesn't have to."
Tim knew he should be disturbed at the things Rose was telling him. It was shocking, after all, to think that young girls were prey to the designs of men like the lusty young Mexican who was now peeling off the panties of the well-built young girl on the screen. But he was already feeling the effects of the aphrodisiacal drink Rose had given him, and in addition, he was unaware of the pleasant sensation of her hand closed over the pulsing mound of his genitals and massaging them softly.
"I was so pleased to be able to get this film," she was murmuring while her hand teased his sensitively responsive cock into tingling hardness. "She's quite a little cunt, isn't she? Wouldn't you like to stick your big hot cock up into her pussy?"
Tim's mind reeled with vividly lustful images as the brunette continued to whisper lurid things about the naked blonde girl who, although he didn't realize it, was his very own daughter!
"I wouldn't mind," he answered hotly. "I wouldn't mind at all."
Rose giggled mischievously and, sitting up on her haunches beside him on the bed, began unzipping his fly so her hands could reach inside for his thickly throbbing pole of male hardness.
"Maybe it can be arranged," she cooed. "In the meantime, why don't you shove that nice huge piece of hot meat up into my cunt instead, while we watch the movie? I planned this especially for you, cara, because I know you like it wild!"
Her hands were driving the increasingly drug-fogged father nearly out of his mind with lust, and he felt more hotly aroused than he ever had in his life! To be able to fuck Rose...no, not Rose, but La Dona, the most famous whore in the southwest, practically a legend, for free, while watching pornographic movies of a teenage blonde in a leather mask sucking on the cock of a dark Mexican youth...it was better than his most imaginative pornographic fantasy!
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he seized Rose's warm body roughly in his hands. "Baby," he growled lustily, "you don't have to ask twice!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Upstairs on the third floor, meanwhile, Jose was continuing to follow his employer's instructions for the evening. She had told him he could do anything he wanted with the Daltrey girl, just to keep it going until she, herself, interrupted them. He didn't know why the firm-breasted blonde girl was of such interest to his beautiful boss, but as she so often reminded him, he wasn't paid to ask questions. Besides, in his present circumstances, he didn't much care what Rose's motives were. It was enough for him to have the ripely fuckable little blonde bitch totally at his mercy for awhile, and he intended to make the most of it.
He had stripped off his robe, and was sprawled obscenely in a sling-back chair, one hand massaging his thickly rigid penis and hairy, wrinkled testicles, while the other held a glass of Sangria. Rock music was playing on the record player, to the accompaniment of which, Beth Daltrey had just finished, at his command, a slow self-conscious strip.
Now the humiliated blue-eyed teenager was standing completely naked in the center of the room, and the drunkenly aroused chauffeur let his eyes rove hungrily over her ripe nakedness, from the rosebud-tipped nipples on her whitely quivering breasts, over her suntanned midriff and hips, down to the golden triangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs.
"C'mere," he slurred, his eyes glinting with naked lust.
Trembling with fear and humiliation, Beth padded softly over to his chair. Tim's young daughter was almost in a state of shock at all his obscene demands. Coupled with her terror was the realization of the terrible reality of the handsome young man who had so shamelessly deceived her. For once she had ceased to struggle or try to get away, it was as though he had suddenly dropped the mask of polite suitor completely, allowing her to see for the first time the cruel lust that ran just beneath the surface of his deft social facade.
"Spread your legs and lemme see your pussy," Jose commanded, savoring the look of degraded submission on her innocent features.
Burning with embarrassment, Beth did as she was told, separating her slender thighs and placing her little fingers on the softly padded cushions of her vaginal outer lips so that he could gaze at the pinkly glistening split of her still virginal cunt.
"Nice little pussy. How you like it if I stick my fat cock up in your tight little pussy, Beth baby? You like that? Huh?"
"No...no please," Beth pleaded in a small voice. So often she had thought naively of what it would be like to make love for the first time, imagining all sorts of beautiful romantic things. Now it seemed that she was going to be forced to give the most treasured thing she had her virginity to a drunken Mexican whom she hardly knew, while forcibly locked in his bedroom. Oh please, God, no, she prayed inwardly, not that!
"No?" Jose grinned. "Maybe we do something else, then. Turn around...you have a nice little ass for a gringo," he murmured appreciatively, "Spread your ass open so I can get a really good look!"
Reddening from head to foot, Beth reached behind her and gripped the rounded half-moons of her buttocks, spreading them apart as far as she could.
Reaching out with one hand, Jose lewdly traced the length of her rectal crack with his finger. At first the humiliation of being touched back there, almost overwhelmed Beth, and she fought down tears. But in the next instant, she was startled to realize that, as Jose lightly whirled his finger around the puckered rim of her anal hole, she felt something else, too, a sudden spasm of pleasure that shook her whole body and made her bite her lip to keep from crying out with lust. It was different from what she felt when he kissed her, or even when his voluptuous employer had licked and sucked on her steaming vaginal flesh. There was something dark and wild about it, that seemed to reach right to the most secret center of herself, making her quiver with a nameless desire that ricocheted through her helpless body like a sudden flame.
"Yes, I think we do something else," Jose said softly, his eyes glinting with obscene thoughts. Suddenly he was on his feet and propelling the frightened girl over to the bed. Then he went to his bureau and poured a glass of clear liquid from a bottle that stood next to the Sangria. It was the same potent liqueur that Rose had given to Beth's father.
"Here, drink this," he invited, coming back to the bed where Beth sat huddled fearfully, her naked adolescent body quivering with fear and desire. "Then we have some fun."
"No, I don't want it," she protested, turning her head away. He might be able to do what he wanted to her body, but she wouldn't let him get her drunk again. Whatever happened, she was determined to remain as fully in possession of her faculties as she could.
"I said drink!" Jose hissed harshly, suddenly grabbing her blonde hair and yanking on it painfully, forcing her head back and pushing the glass to her lips. Beth sputtered and gagged as the fiery liquid cascaded into her mouth, some of it spilling down onto her naked breasts and belly.
"That's better," he declared when the glass was empty. "Now kneel down on the bed on your hands and knees."
Mutely, Beth did as he ordered. She felt like a dumb beast now, totally unable to defend or protect herself in any way. Numbly she positioned herself on the bed, closing her eyes and praying that it would all be over soon.
Climbing onto the bed, Jose let himself drop behind her, forcing her shapely thighs even farther apart. Her head was down, her wavy blonde hair falling forward over her face. Jose leered down at the nakedly kneeling girl and seized the soft white mounds of her buttocks harshly in his hands, spreading them wide, his eyes fastened on the tight brown circle of her exposed little anus. Experimentally he thrust at the fearfully contracting ring with his outstretched middle finger. Beth jerked forward and cried out as she felt him intrude harshly into the tight little rubbery opening. It burned, it burned terribly as his rigidly probing finger forced its way into her tight anal ring, and she tried to inch forward, away from the tormentingly painful sensation, which now seemed to have nothing of pleasure in it at all. But her escape was blocked by the wall in front of her, and by Jose's free hand gripping her shoulder while the other rammed forward into her painfully distended rectum up to the first knuckle.
"Oooooooo stop, please, it hurts!" Beth wailed piteously, but her cries were lost in the din of the rock music, and Jose continued to twist his lewdly probing finger all the way up into her tight resisting anus.
"Now," he said, "I be very nice to you. I let you choose what you want: my cock to fuck you in your little pussy so you are no more a virgin, or back here in your tight little asshole. What you want, little whore? You gotta tell me!"
The ravaged blonde teenager reeled with shock at his words. It had never even occurred to her that he might be considering putting his penis into her back there! His finger was bad enough, but the pulsing circumference of his lust-thickened cock would split her apart, she was sure of it! But her alternative was equally horrible...to let him take her virginity, to plunge his cruel cock flesh up into her never before penetrated cuntal depths, tearing away, literally and emotionally, thy last remnants of her innocence...that was even worse. All of her childhood education and training came surging to the forefront of her consciousness, everything she had ever been told about the importance of surrendering her virginity only when it could be given in love and trust.
"Make up your mind, cunt!" Jose demanded cruelly, totally unconcerned with the mental and physical anguish he was causing the helpless girl skewered painfully on his still cruelly twisting finger. "In your ass or in your cunt? What's it to be?"
Suddenly Beth's decision was made, as though his harsh and unfeeling words led her instinctively to a choice. She wouldn't let him violate her only remaining vestige of her old self. No matter how much it hurt her now, she would only give herself that way to someone she loved, not to this contemptible rapist who only wanted to use her for his own foul lusts.
"B-back there," she stuttered weakly, "in...my ass!"
Grinning lewdly at her response, Jose withdrew his finger from her painfully stretched rectal hole. Beth dug her fingers into the bedclothes so hard that her knuckles turned white as she felt him position himself behind her, and she steeled herself for what was to come.
Jose opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his hands, and then leaned forward to drop a large drop of spittle on her tiny, reddened nether hole. Then he drew his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, and placed his massively swollen cock-head right at the entrance to the tiny puckered hole, whirling it around to spread a sheen of glistening spittle all around the edge.
Holding Beth's hips in position with one hand, he began pressing forward, pushing inward on her tiny rectum, forcing his throbbing, purplish staff little by little up into the kneeling fifteen year old's virgin anus.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" Beth shrieked, as she felt the huge cudgel begin to stretch her tightly clenched rectum wider and wider. It was like a thick hot log going up inside her back there, and though she had vowed to endure it, the tormented blonde found her courage failing, and began to try to wriggle away from the painful intrusion, further and further up on the bed.
But Jose gripped her hair painfully, and continued his brutal assault on her cringing back passage, inching his cock deeper up into her rectum, while the agonized teenager mewled and groaned in pain. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way in. Tim's daughter's knees gave way beneath her, and she collapsed face downward onto the bed, her face streaked with tears of pain and humiliation whicn now coursed unchecked down her flushed and reddened cheeks.
Sadistically, Jose began to slowly fuck in and out of her, not even giving her a moment's respite. "I think I like this even better than your pussy," he murmured, looking down at her whitely shimmering buttocks whose flesh jiggled obscenely with the rhythm of his strokes. "It's tighter."
* * *
Downstairs, in Rose's second-floor bedroom, meanwhile, Beth's father was well on the way to his own orgasm. He, too, was kneeling behind a nakedly splayed female, with his cock buried into her cunt right up to the hilt, where it had been for some time. He was sawing in and out of her lewdly proffered cuntal flesh, every stroke taking him closer and closer to explosive release. The drink that Rose had warned him would make him feel very sexy seemed to be working just fine, for Beth's athletically built father felt like a bull as he plunged his pulsating penis in and out, in and out, his cum-bloated balls slapping against Rose's inner thighs with a wet sluicing sound on every forward stroke up between her legs from behind. He felt as though he could go on forever without his strength flagging one iota, stimulated as he was by the drink, Rose's undulating nakedness writhing like a demon beneath him, and the incredibly erotic sight of the lewd images that flashed onto the opposite wall, increasing his excitement even more.
For the film of young Beth Daltrey's forced oral intercourse with Jose was still going on and, unaware that the hungrily sucking little blonde whose face was concealed in the leather mask was actually his own daughter, Tim let his eyes rove shamelessly over her ripe young nakedness. Christ! She might be only a kid, but she sure sucked cock like a professional, he thought, as he watched Jose's thick staff slide in and out of the leather-rimmed oval of her mouth.. He wouldn't mind having her wrap her lips around his own hard pole, if he ever got the chance, with or without the cunningly contrived mask, although he had to admit that the sight of the leather face-covering which completely obscured the girl's features gave an extra sensual element to the scene, albeit of a somewhat dark and forbidden nature.
"Oh yes, lover, that's it! Oh you feel so good in my cunt! Nnnnnngggghhh! Oh like that, harder! Harder!"
Rose's impassioned cries reached his ears and urged him on to even greater sensual efforts. So that was how she liked it, eh? Well that was fine with him! Bracing himself on his hands so that his back was arched and his muscles taut, he swung his hips back and forth lewdly, slamming into the brunette whore's pussy from behind like a pile driver, his eyes still riveted to the lewd scene on the film.
The little blonde was clawing and clinging to the naked flesh of the dark young man, making the skin of his buttocks turn white around her fingers from the pressure while she slavered hotly over his lust-distended cock. Tim could see flashes of her pink tongue as it licked up and down over the blood-engorged staff, as though she were a child with an ice cream cone. Now Rose's chauffeur was gripping the back of the girl's head, driving his huge instrument farther and farther into her mouth until she gagged and choked and tried to pull away. But a second later she had adjusted to his force, and was once again sucking on the huge column of flesh greedily, although now it was nearly invisible inside the confines of her warm wet mouth when he plunged forward.
From the expression on the man's face, he was apparently almost on the verge of orgasm, for his darkly handsome features were twisted into a grimace of ecstasy, and he gritted his teeth and forced the girl's head down harder, as though she were a rag doll.
At the same time, Tim could feel his own heated male seed beginning to churn and seethe deep within the confines of his lustily swaying testicles, and from the way Rose was shrieking and flailing her head around, while her vaginal muscles sucked on his penis like a wet little mouth, as though she wanted to milk him dry, she wasn't far from the peak either.
"Uuuuggghhh," the drug-driven father groaned, his voice sounding savage and animal-like, "Oh, that's it, fuck me back, you hot little bitch! Fuck me back!"
Beneath him, Rose writhed and moaned wantonly, but at least part of it was an act. For part of her mind was occupied with keen anticipation of the moment, only seconds away now, when the hungrily cock-sucking female figure on the screen was revealed to be Tim's own daughter Beth! She wished she could see the look on his face when it happened, but her position made that impossible. It would be perfect, she thought, if it came just at the moment when he was spewing his cum into her cunt. That would ensure that both she and the moment would be emblazoned on his memory forever. To that end, she began wriggling her ass-cheeks wickedly back against him, meeting his every forward thrust, and mouthing obscenities that she hoped would give him just the added push he needed to climax at the right moment.
"Oooooo look," she cried out. "He's cumming now! He's shooting off right in her mouth. She's nearly choking on it. Oh God, oh Tim, fuck me harder! I'm cumming toooo! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
And at that moment, triggered by his mistress's lewd words and the sight of the mask-clad blonde girl gulping and gasping as Jose's torrent of semen gushed down her throat, his own cock seemed to reverberate with soft explosions which forced his thick male essence out of his wildly pulsing cock-head in several short spurts, and then a long, satisfying stream.
"Aaaarrrggghhh," he groaned, as his thick cum finally released itself into Rose's furiously pumping cuntal depths.
But then his cry was cut off suddenly, and for a moment he thought he must be hallucinating. For just as he jetted his river-load of cum into Rose's vagina, the man in the film began to remove the mask from the blonde girl's face, peeling it up and back. Suddenly her face was clearly revealed and Tim's eyes opened wide in disbelief.
"It's Beth!" he cried out. "But...but it can't be! What the hell is going on here? Stop that film'"
Even the intensity of his orgasm was forgotten as he pulled roughly out of Rose's cunt, his now softening cock trailing a thin trickle of semen as he sat back on his haunches and stared in horror at the screen.
"What's the matter, lover?" Rose asked innocently. "What are you talking about?"
But Tim couldn't find the words to answer at first. He could only gaze in horror at the blonde girl on the screen, still naked, panting and gasping after the obscene act she had performed.
"OH MY GOD," he bellowed like a wounded lion, "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!"
"But that's not possible, cara," Rose protested mildly, although Tim didn't even notice that her concern wasn't very great. "You told me yourself she's as innocent as a newborn babe, the perfect child. I can't imagine a girl like that getting involved with Jose."
The stricken father buried his head in his hands, trying to sort out his confused thoughts. His head was reeling with the new turn of events, and he was still feeling the effects of all he'd had to drink. All he could do was moan incoherently, "Oh God, oh my baby what's happened to you? How can this be happening?"
Rose Molina could scarcely conceal her sense of triumph as she watched Tim Daltrey react to the sudden revelation of his only child's lewd involvement with her chauffeur. But she carefully concealed her feelings, savoring each moment of her long-planned revenge. For the best was still to come, she knew. He still had no idea that she herself was responsible for the lewd scene he had just witnessed on the film, and for all the others, too.
"Wait a minute," she interjected, in a tone that was all helpfulness and concern. "Didn't you tell me Beth was at home tonight?"
"Yes, she is."
"Well then, that couldn't be her. Jose has the evening off, and he said this girl was planning to come over again tonight. She's probably here right now. Why don't you call home? It'll probably set all your fears at rest."
Tim looked at her for a moment, and in his troubled state, he was willing to grasp at any straw that might dispel the suddenly arisen nightmare of the film.
"Yes...yes I will," he decided, picking up the phone by the bed. He dialed his own number, waiting for Beth's familiar voice on the other end, but there was no answer, even though he let it ring extra long.
"She's...she's not there," he said in a leaden voice as he put down the receiver.
Rose, who had taken advantage of his phone call to slip into a floor-length wine-colored velvet robe that draped enticingly over her fully fleshed figure, frowned worriedly.
"Oh," she said thoughtfully. "Does she do that often, go out without letting you know?"
"No, never."
"I see. Well then, I guess there's only one way to clear this up, isn't there?"
"What do you mean?" Tim asked, unable to think clearly because of the alcohol and his completely shattered state of mind.
Rose handed him his pants from the chair where he had flung them earlier. "I mean we'd better get upstairs and see just who Jose has visiting him, hadn't we? That is.. . if you're sure you want to know..."
"Yes," Tim replied slowly, reaching for his trousers. "I'm sure! And if that little son of a bitch has done anything to my daughter, I swear I'll kill him! With my bare hands!"
Rose smiled to herself behind his back. No you won't, cara, she murmured inwardly. In fact, you won't do a goddamn thing!
* * *
Even if she had known that her father was at that very moment making his way up the stairs to the third floor of the Rancho, Beth Daltrey was rapidly approaching the point where it wouldn't even have mattered. In fact, so carried away was her sex-driven young body that there was almost nothing which could penetrate past the thick barrier of sensual feeling that excluded everything else from her consciousness.
She had again pushed herself up onto all fours on Jose's bed, and the wiry Mexican's massive cock was still deeply embedded in between her buttocks, lodged firmly in the depths of her virginal rectum. She still cried out with the torment that Jose was inflicting on her helplessly impaled body.
But there was a difference. Now she no longer wanted him to stop. When, to tease and humiliate her even fruther, he paused for a moment his in-and-out stroking with his fiercely aroused cock making her beg him to continue, the lust-fired teenager lurched her buttocks backward, forcing his penis to penetrate her even further, while she flailed her head wildly and dug her knees and fists into the mattress, groaning like a female animal in heat.
For, between the present moment and the earlier painful penetration of his hugely bloated maleness into her stretched and straining back passage, something had happened. Just when she thought she could bear the pain no longer, that it would surely kill her to be so brutally taken from the rear, when her never-before penetrated rearward hole seemed about to explode with the burning sensation of his lust-thickened penis rubbing abrasively against the resistant interior of her rectal walls, a totally unexpected event occurred.
Out of the blazing pain and humiliation that she felt, a new feeling seemed to synthesize, a dark, salacious feeling that consumed her mind and body simultaneously in slow, but ever widening waves. It wound through her young loins, rippling with soft heat through every inch of her lewdly splayed frame until even her toes and fingers tingled with a new, never before felt aliveness. As its intensity mounted, it obliterated one by one all of her horrors about what was happening, almost as though an anesthetic of a very peculiar nature were beginning to do its work. In place of her disgust and loathing, she began to feel...desire...desire for the very things that only a second before had seemed unimaginably horrible. With a sudden surge of lust, the skewered teenager began to actually enjoy having Jose's cock shoved up inside her tiny anus! Want, even need it! The darkly lustful side of her nature that she had only dimly felt before and which had impelled her with a force greater than all her conscious, civilized morals, to do Jose's bidding, even when she knew it was wrong, dirty, suddenly blossomed into full flower! She no longer even wondered what was taking place, for she was transformed from the shy, bookish girl she had been only a few days earlier into a lust-consumed female beast with only one desire to fill herself everywhere at once with hotly thrusting male cocks! Her mind churned with forbidden images. She wanted Jose everywhere at once...in her anus, in her mouth, in her virginal cunt, even! She could never have enough of his hotly pumping male hardness, and if not his, someone else's, anyone's! Even her own father came into her mind, as she swung her buttocks back and forth in time with Jose's rapid strokes. Yes! She even had those thoughts about her own handsome Daddy! As if triggered by her lewd imaginings, her mouth suddenly began pouring out sounds, words, which at first were incoherent, but soon reached a crescendo of sound and feeling.
"NNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she howled through gritted teeth, "OOOOOHHHHH FFFUUUUCKKK! FFUUUUCCCKKK MEEE GGOOOOODD!"
* * *
On the stairs outside the room, Tim Daltrey stopped, frozen in his tracks at the sound of the impassioned wail coming from the door just in front of him. It was the eeriest, most primitive thing he had ever heard. Surely, surely that demoniac shriek couldn't have come from his daughter, his innocent flower of an offspring? But the voice was so distorted by lust that he couldn't tell. The thought that it might be, however, made his blood boil with a rage too potent to be contained by his reason, and he reached out to lunge for the door when Rose stopped him.
"It's probably locked," she whispered. "Come in here, we can see without going in."
Her words jolted the enraged father back to reality momentarily, and he turned to follow her in the direction she indicated. Once again, however, he felt waves of shock. For he had been so intent on finding out if Beth were the girl with Jose that he hadn't even noticed that he was now right on the threshold of the very room where his long ago farewell to Rose Molina had taken place. He looked uncomprehendingly at the svelte brunette as she opened the door and waited for him to follow. There was a strange, almost cruel glint in her eyes that he didn't understand, but the entire night was becoming incomprehensible to him now. It had a dreamlike quality, it was permeated with the unreal. His heart thudding loudly, he walked through the door.
"It's...it's exactly the same," he murmured wonderingly as he looked around from just past the threshold, seeing again the window, the vanity table, the bed.
Rose's lips tightened into a cold smile, and her eyes glowed like two coals. She, too, felt tense and taut.
"Not quite the same," she said softly, glancing behind the startled father toward the wall over the bed. Coming all the way into the room, Tim followed her glance and found himself looking through the window side of the two-way mirror that faced into Jose's room, directly at the obscene sight of his own daughter kneeling up on all fours, her face a mask of unbelievable lust, while the muscular, dark-haired chauffeur gripped her buttocks with his hands and thrust his cock into her upturned ass!
A shaft of pain sharper than any knife twisted in his gut at the sight, and it was all he could do to keep himself from crashing through the glass that separated him and Rose from the obliviously fucking pair and tearing Rose's lust-consumed chauffeur limb from limb. As it was, an agonized groan burst from his throat as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.
Rose watched from the sidelines, her eyes riveted to Tim Daltrey's anguish-contorted features. And as she watched him, she felt as though a great weight were being lifted from her, a burden she had carried in silence for years, the shell with which she had surrounded herself while she coolly and calculatedly clawed her way to financial success, revealing her true feelings to no one, imposing a rigorous discipline on herself while she made plans, plans that now at last were coming to fruition in the tiny room where it had all begun.
"So that's Beth," she said softly. "My, Tim, she's certainly not what I expected!"
Tim raised his hand to his eyes for a moment, his whole body tense. "Oh Beth," he moaned. "My God, what have you done to yourself?" And then he turned to Rose and asked, "How can you be so unfeeling. That's my daughter!"
Rose raised her eyebrow cynically and glanced toward Beth. "She doesn't seem to be suffering much, so why should I? In fact, I'd say she looks as though she's enjoying herself, wouldn't you?"
Forcing himself to confront once again the obscene reality visible through the window glass, Tim had to admit that his mistress was right. For Beth and Jose were now rapidly approaching the peak of their orgasm, and the horrified father watched open-mouthed as his blonde, blue-eyed daughter, whom he had labored all his life to cherish and protect, ground her buttocks back into Jose's lunging cock blows. Through the thin wall that separated the two rooms, he could even hear her voice raised once again in demonic passion as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Ooooohhh," she wailed. I'm CUMMMINGG! IIII'MM CCCUUUMMIIINNGGG! HARDER! HARDERRRR! AAAAAGGGHHH'
Jose, too, was apparently climaxing, for he threw his head back with his eyes closed, and his body jerked and heaved from the hips as though it were being shot through with a thousand volts of electricity. His voice, too, expressed his peak of ecstasy.
"OOOOOOHHHH SSSHHHIIITTTT!! ! " he bellowed, as his hotly throbbing penis jetted its thick flood of semen into Beth's lewdly jiggling ass. "AAAAAHHHHH!! ! "
As he watched from the other side of the mirror, Tim felt himself consumed with rage, both at the Mexican and his daughter. How could she have deceived him so? Had he been blind all this time? It was unbelievable, but it must be true. And worst of all, the horrified father found that he was even having a physical reaction to the mind-shattering scene taking place between his daughter and her...her lover? His mind reeled at the idea that Beth should have a lover, and an unreasoning, primitive wave of jealousy swept through him. At the same time, he realized that his cock, clad only in his tight continental slacks, was in full erection! He had become aroused by watching his own daughter shamefully ass-fucked by his mistress's Mexican chauffeur!
"I'm gonna kill that little mother-fucker!" he bellowed, and was about to charge into the hall and break down the door to the adjoining room when Rose's voice, sharp as a knife, penetrated his consciousness.
"You lay one hand on him, lover, and those pictures of your daughter will be plastered on the front page of every tabloid in the country in twenty-four hours! And I mean business!"
Dumbstruck, Tim looked at his mistress. To his surprise, she seemed to have changed. Instead of the assured, unruffled elegance which usually characterized her appearance, except when she was in the throes of fucking, her face was alive with a savage cruelty, and...and her hatred seemed to be directed at him!
"Rose...What's going on? I don't understand..."
"You will, very shortly. In fact, why don't you get Beth to tell you herself? What she doesn't know, I'll gladly fill in. But remember, darling, I run a clean house. Nobody roughs up the whores or the Johns, unless they want trouble. Is that clear?"
"Don't call my daughter a whore," he retorted angrily, but the revenge-driven brunette only smiled knowingly, walked out into the hall and knocked on the other door.
"Open up, Jose; it's me." Then she stepped aside to let Tim enter first.
Despite her warning, the outraged father shoved Jose aside with one arm, sending him flying halfway across the room. Then his eyes found what they were looking for.. . his daughter, huddled wide-eyed in the comer of the bed, where she had retreated at the sound of Rose's voice. She was just wrapping the sheet around her naked body, but at the sight of her father she froze in position.
"Daddy!" she gasped. And then she dissolved in loud, hysterical sobs, both in shame at having been discovered at the lowest point of her degradation by her own father, and relief that at least she would not be subjected to any more of Rose Molina's particular brand of cruelty.
But Tim was not softened by her tears. "Just what the hell is going on here, young lady?" he demanded sternly, fighting down the desire to slap her silly for what he had just witnessed.
"Oh Daddy," Beth wailed, "He...he made me come here. He said she had pictures of us and she was going to go to the police and tell them I was a...prostitute if I didn't come. And then he locked me in and he...he..." The shattered young adolescent couldn't even bring herself to use the words that would be required to describe to her father what had just happened.
"I saw what he did, Beth."
His daughter turned her anguished face toward him. hoping it wasn't true.
"That's a two-way mirror," her father explained.
"I...I know." Beth sobbed. "That's how they took the pictures."
Tim listened to her explanations, trying to fit the pieces together. Gradually he began to see the pattern. She had been blackmailed into coming tonight. And Rose had...had known who she was! It was more than he could absorb, particularly since his mind was occupied with a strange thought. As he gazed at his debauched young daughter, he felt strangely as though there was something different in their relationship now. She was not the same. The disheveled girl whose naked body huddled on the bed was almost a stranger, for he couldn't erase from his mind the image of her nakedly squirming body kneeling into Jose's lewd ass-fucking a few moments earlier, nor the hungrily-sucking vision on the screen in Rose's bedroom who slavered over the naked chauffeur's cock. His heart broke with the knowledge that something precious to him had been destroyed, perhaps forever. The innocent child he had loved was now a sexually awakened young woman! Finally, when he could bear no more, he turned away, shaking with feelings he couldn't quite comprehend.
"Well, it seems the wheel has come full circle, hasn't it?" Rose said harshly, watching her lover's turmoil from across the room.
"What do you mean?" he asked dully.
"Well, sixteen years ago. I was the weeping maiden, and you just walked out the door. Now we're here again, and this time there's another disappointed little girl who's just been fucked, isn't there?"
Tim's anger exploded at her cold words. "Jesus Christ," he burst out. "What the hell kind of a bitch are you? Don't you have any feelings?"
Rose laughed shortly and retorted with anger that matched his own. "For your daughter? No! I never learned to have feelings for children. And do you want to know why, Tim? Do you? Because the only child that was ever in my belly got cut out of it when I was sixteen, right after its father went off to marry Myrna Evans, the other hole he'd been poking his stick in! So don't you lecture me about human feelings, my friend. Because you're the man who destroyed every bit of feeling I ever had!"
A silence fell over the room after Rose's impassioned outburst. Beth, still drugged and shocked from all that had gone before, tried to put together all the strange things she was hearing. Her father knew Jose's boss before...from what she was saying, he had even gotten her pregnant...but how could that be? Her father, who was so good, so honest, he would never have done such a thing! Bewildered, she fell back on the bed, too exhausted to take it all in.
Tim gazed at Rose for a long time, as though he, too, could not believe what she was saying. "I...I never knew," he said weakly. "You never told me."
"I never had the chance. You told me first! About her! Remember? I was going to tell you that night, but I never got the chance. Because you just lucked me and left! You walked down those stairs out there and you never even looked back! You wanted Myrna Evans' baby, and her father's business. Well, now you've got them both, for all the good they'll do you, because every time you sit down at your desk in that office, or spend a penny of that money I gave you, or look at her," in an unexpected gesture, Rose suddenly reached down and ripped the sheet off of Beth's body, exposing her nakedly ravaged body once more, "you'll remember just how much they cost!"
"You...you planned this whole thing, didn't you?"
"Every step of the way, baby. I counted on you being as vain as you used to be, and you didn't disappoint me, not once!"
"Suppose I go to the police?"
Rose smiled. "That would be very unwise, considering that I have films and photos, not just the ones you saw downstairs, but another set, too, pictures of me nibbling on your little darling's cunt! And I also have your signature on a very damaging contract, my dear."
"I don't want your money now. You can tear up the check. I don't want to touch anything connected with you!"
"Noble sentiments, Tim, but the loan isn't what I'm talking about. You really ought to learn to check your carbons, darling. The way you jumped to sign those papers, I'm amazed you've lasted in business this long!"
"What are you talking about?" Tim asked, his brain pounding with the rapid flow of information. Would this nightmare ever be over?
"The carbons I gave you are a totally different contract.. . a release for Beth to appear in my little films, signed by you as her guardian. That, plus the pictures and the loan papers should discourage you from bringing the police in, I think."
Tim's stomach turned over in agony as he realized how cleverly she had woven her web of revenge. He was trapped. There was nothing he could do. And, in a dim corner of his mind, he found himself wondering if perhaps she was right, but his mind was still too fogged with the potent aphrodisiac she had given him earlier to be sure. There was a sort of ironic justice in what she had done, for what she had done to Beth...was it any worse than what he had done to her in years past?
His eyes blurred with tears as he gazed once more at the figure of his daughter lying naked and defenseless on the bed. No, he wouldn't call the police. All he wanted now was to end Beth's ordeal, for she, at least, of all of them, was innocent. He didn't know how he would ever make up to her for what had happened, but he would try. with all the strength he had.
"What do I have to do to get those pictures and the contract back?" he asked.
"Just repay my loan whenever you have a spare twenty thousand," the velvet-clad brunette replied maliciously.
"That won't be long. I have an offer to buy the firm. I think I'll take it."
"Oh?" Somehow the revelation that he was immediately ready to sacrifice the business to protect his daughter affected Rose, and she suddenly found her eyes clouding with tears, as though the knowledge that he cared so much for Beth took the edge off of her triumph. But she quickly brushed the signs of her emotions away and motioned to Jose, who had been watching the whole scene from the sidelines. "Come on, Jose," she snapped. "Let's get out of here and let Daddy and darling Beth get dressed and get out. Because I never want to set eyes on either of them again!"
"The feeling is mutual," Tim replied dully, his eyes still riveted to his daughter. He didn't turn around until he heard the door close and their retreating footsteps going down the stairs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Beth...oh, Beth," Tim whispered hoarsely, his voice thick from all the drinking he had done earlier, as well as the potent aphrodisiac that still made urgent demands upon his body. "I...I don't know what to say..."
His blurred eyes stared in sorrow at the image of his naked young daughter sprawled lewdly on the wide double bed before him. His brain reeled, not only from the deep shocks inflicted by Rose's vicious revelations, but from the overwhelmingly erotic sight of his fifteen year old offspring.
And Beth, still under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac as well, had blotted the horror of the events out of her young mind, unable to fully grasp their significance, and instead let the surging effects of the sex-drug envelop her in an unreal euphoria. She felt as if she were dreaming, drifting in some kind of erotic fantasy, for her adolescent mind, unable to endure the harsh truth of her deception by Jose and his female boss or the sudden appearance of her father, dressed only in his tight continental slacks, had banished everything from her consciousness save the tumultuous feelings of sensual longing that rippled through her whitely glistening young frame like ocean waves.
"It...it doesn't matter, Daddy," she murmured, stretching her curvaceous young body back against the rumpled sheets of the chauffeur's bed. "Don't worry. I'm fine...really, I'm fine."
She smiled at him in such a strangely provocative way that her father was stunned by it. What had Rose and her henchmen done to his daughter? How was it possible for them to transform his innocent offspring into a debauched and sex-driven creature like this? Vividly, the bewildered father remembered the film his former mistress had shown him and recalled how excited he had been at the sight of the lithe female body of the girl in the leather mask sucking on Jose's cock. BUT THAT GIRL WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER! AND HE HAD DESIRED HER! Even now, he was shocked to realize, his drug-sensitized genitals were responding lewdly to the sight of Beth stretched out obscenely on the bed before him. His huge cock, still aching with desire, throbbed like a jungle drum inside his tight trousers as if. . . as if it wanted him to fuck his own daughter!
"Oh Christ." he groaned, bringing his hands to his temples and trying to blot the shameful thoughts from his spinning brain. The Mexican temptress had destroyed his entire life, not only tricking him with the business contract, but also turning his young daughter into a whore! All her seductive allure had been part of a scheme to ruin him. And the agonized father knew that very possibly she had succeeded. What could he do now? What possible way was there to repair the hideous damage that had been done!
A slight wave of dizziness made the handsome parent reel slightly, and he lurched to the bed and sat at the edge, holding his head in his hands, trying to stave off the threatening blackness that had surged up from his unconscious. His fifteen year old daughter, seeing him so troubled, instinctively moved to him, putting her arms around his shoulders lovingly, and pressing her naked body against his equally naked back.
"Oh Daddy," she said, "please don't be unhappy. Please..." She felt a surging swell of love rise in her for the man who was her father. It was the first time, she realized, that she was naked with him, but her alcohol and drug-fogged brain found nothing wrong with this. Her father needed her, and she wanted to hold him. hold him so tightly that all his troubles would go away. The still virginal fifteen year old began to twine her little fingers in the soft locks of her father's blond hair, ail the while whispering words of affection in his ear, trying, in her dream-like state, to bring him back from the edge of despair. However, she was only vaguely aware that her hyper-sexed young body was responding just as enthusiastically to their intimate closeness. Little flashes of sensual warmth began to throb in the fifteen year old's wildly aroused young pussy, and strong currents of desire insinuated themselves in her churning loins. "Everything's going to be all right; I know it."
Absorbed by his grief, Tim was only semi-conscious of the fact that his ravaged young daughter was pressing her naked frame against him, for his mind still raged with disbelief and anxiety over the devastating turn of events. He felt he was at a complete dead end now, and that there was no way out of the chaos. Unconsciously, he reached up and began to stroke the soft curls of his daughter's silky blonde hair, wanting desperately to help her, to bring her back from the dark abyss of sex and depravity that Rose Molina had dragged her into. He became filled with the overpowering desire to help his abused offspring, to smooth away the shattering nightmare she had endured, just as, when she was a little girl, he had often calmed her after a bad dream by stroking her head softly and easing her mind. Pulled by this need, he found himself twisting around to face her, and in the next moment, father and daughter slipped into a warm embrace, each trying to communicate love and hope to the other.
Instinctively, Beth began to kiss her troubled father, driven on by the insistence of the aphrodisiac, planting her soft young lips on his eyes, his masculine cheeks, his mouth. Oh, she wanted him to know she loved him, no matter what, and that he would always be her wonderful father. Without realizing it, her tongue began to probe in between his lips and she pressed her firmly pointed young breasts against his hair-strewn chest. At the same time, her love-hungry hips began to writhe sensuously and her still-virginal pussy pulsed with an undeniable passion, aching now to know the fullness of love that Jose had awakened in her.
At first Tim Daltrey struggled to pull away, for a dim voice from his conscience penetrated his hazy state, trying to warn him against what might happen. But the force of his drug-stupored mind and body soon overran these faint moral objections, and with a groan of despair, he clutched his naked daughter tightly and began to kiss her back. Within a few moments, his tongue began to mingle with hers, sucking on it hungrily as both father and daughter moaned in rising ardor, each caught in the chaotic thrall of events that had thrown them without warning into each other's arms. Tim's hands, unguided by his mind, moved downward over her smooth white adolescent shoulders and then around to savor the silky skin of her back. Finally, they eased back upward and tenderly, lovingly, sought out the quivering white mounds of her fifteen year old breasts.
Beth exulted happily in the taste of her father's probing tongue and the touch of his warm, male hands on her naked breasts. More than anything in the world she wanted to help him, to ease his sorrow, to smooth his anxiety away, just as her mother might have done if she were alive. Nothing mattered but this, not even the shocking horror of her experience with Jose, or the realization of her father's involvement with Miss Molina. No, all that receded far back in her reeling brain, leaving her only with the desire to become closer to her handsome parent, to be able to make him realize that the only thing that mattered was their love for each other. Her young body ached with longing for him, longing that her innocent mind only knew as a daughter's desire to help, and that her body saw only as a release for its urgent sexual demands.
She clung desperately to him, kissing and mewling softly while her father continued to fondle her desire-swollen breasts, tenderly, half-unconsciously, tweaking the hardened nipples into further arousal. Oh, how warm and sweet it was to have her in his arms. He wanted to let her know how much he loved her, how much he wished none of this had happened. Maybe Rose had done irreparable damage to her, maybe Beth was ruined, but wasn't there still a chance he could do something? Wasn't there some way he could blot out the traumatic events that had brutalized her so much? It was wrong, he knew, terribly wrong to be embracing and kissing her this way. And to be touching her breasts, almost as if he wanted to...to make love to her!
And, yet, the confused father instinctively knew that something was forcing him to do this, something deeper and far more powerful than even the Mexican drug Rose had gave him. It was as if somewhere deep in his unconscious mind something was driving him further into these shameful intimacies with his own daughter. But why? Why? Suddenly, Tim was struck by a bizarre notion; maybe the only way he could help Beth was by doing this very thing! Even though the outside world would consider it shamefully wrong, the desperate father realized that perhaps only something more overpoweringly emotional could jolt his young daughter out of the degenerate spiral initiated by Rose. MAYBE HE HAD TO FUCK HIS DAUGHTER TO SAVE HER! At first, he struggled to put this shocking thought out of his head, and instinctively drew his hands away from her tender young breasts. But the idea remained in his head and became more and more convincing to him. It was absurd, crazy even, but maybe, just maybe, it would work. He became possessed with the idea out of his desperate need to undo all that had been done. Finally, he knew there was no other choice.
With a deep groan of surrender, Tim let his explorative hands return to her softly pulsing young breasts, and he returned her kisses with mounting excitement. All misgivings fled from his mind now, and he was consumed with one thought to fuck his own daughter and break through the shame and degradation that Rose had put on her. His trembling hands began to move down, down to caress her softly quivering thighs, to softly stroke her velvety abdomen, and then finally to tangle his fingers in the soft hair that covered her innocent little vaginal mound. Beth, thrilled at his gentle love-making, eagerly raised her rounded hips upward and turned her body slightly so that her father's middle finger quickly found the tip of her clitoris. He began to stroke and caress it sensually, and she responded with moans of erotic passion, letting herself drift back against the soft bed in rising ecstasy. Nothing had felt so wonderful as this, nothing!
Tim, convinced now of the importance of what he was doing, was thrilled by her passionate responses, and his own desire for her mounted hungrily. Rotating his middle finger lewdly against her swollen clitoral bud, his cock began to pound furiously with blood, thickening Stiffly in his trousers, and in that moment he knew, beyond all doubt, that he had to fuck her! Fate had led them to this momentous time, and he was ready to thrust all doubts aside now and carry through his intentions, not only for Beth, but for himself as well.. It was their only chance now for happiness. With a groan of uncontrollable passion, he suddenly pulled away from her, stood up, and quickly stripped himself of his shoes and trousers, panting like a wild man in his urgent desire to help her.
Beth, seeing his feverish response, thrilled inwardly as she realized, in her alcohol and drug-driven stupor, that she would soon see her beloved father completely naked for the first time, and that.. . he was going to make love to her! It was as if her deepest wish had come true, for the passion-drenched young adolescent knew that in this way she could love him more fully than ever! She could show him that everything was going to be all right! SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE HER INNOCENCE AWAY TO HER OWN WONDERFUL FATHER! Her young body began to throb with redoubled, heated desire, and she stretched out her arms to him in sheer delight.
"Daddy," she whispered, "Daddy...yes, come to me...hold me...make love to me. Daddy...I want you so much!"
Tim Daltrey felt his heart swell with happiness and triumph at her words, for it actually seemed as if his plan was going to work. Beth seemed to have forgotten all about Jose and Rose; her thoughts seemed to center only on him. She no longer looked abused and mistreated, like a whore, but like a virginal little flower, a radiant young lady ready for her first adventure into true womanhood. And she wasn't going to be raped by some degenerate bastard, he would see to that. He was going to give her, her first full release vaginally! HE WAS GOING TO DEFLOWER HIS OWN DAUGHTER TO SAVE HER!
Taking no further time to dwell on the morality of his decision, he quickly went to the bed and lay his naked frame down beside the warmly pulsing form of his fifteen year old daughter. In the next moment, he enfolded her in his arms, and as he did. a rush of aching desire tore through his body like a bolt of lightning. Growing savagely aroused by contact with her adolescent nakedness, he pressed her tightly to him, mouths sought one another again and warm tongues mingled shamelessly, going wild in each other's mouths. The young teenager twisted and undulated her naked body with increasing abandon, moaning in her father's protective embrace as he caressed her throbbingly full breasts. With overwhelming hunger, Beth found her father's desire-stiffened cock with her hand, and drawing the thick foreskin back, she deftly exposed the huge bulbous head. Trying to use all the knowledge she had gained from her brief experience with Jose to please her muscular father, she began to tickle the semen-filled ridge on the underside of his desire-inflated shaft.
The erotic touch of his daughter's hand on his aching penis filled Tim's mind with even stronger passion. He had never felt so barbarically alive in his life, even with Rose. He groaned lewdly as Beth stroked his cock and cupped his heavily swollen balls with her warm hands. She, too, was overcome with pleasure and joy, knowing that she was able to help her father. His lusty groans told her vividly that her love for him was giving him happiness, and to the now lovingly erotic teenager, nothing else mattered but that.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried suddenly, "I want you to...to make love to me now...now..."
Responding hypnotically to her urging, his alcohol-clouded brain mad with desire, Tim Daltrey quickly positioned himself over the enchantingly proffered form of his eager young daughter, drawing her slim little legs wide to expose the softly throbbing splendor of her virginal pussy. In that moment, he knew that his decision had been a correct one, and that his only chance of saving Beth lay in making love to her! Moaning in unrestrainedly lust-fired passion, Tim placed his rigid member tenderly against her expectantly dampened young vaginal entrance, the hot little tip nudging the membrane of her hymen.
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he murmured softly, "I won't hurt you. Nobody's going to hurt you ever again."
"Yes, Daddy...yes, oh yes..."
Tim moved forward slightly, and the blood-engorged head of his desire-hardened cock pressed experimentally against the taut little membrane that protected the entrance to her moist hot cunt. Beth jerked convulsively at the electrifying contact of his pulsing cock-head against her hymen and then opened her long, trembling legs still wider and pulled them up slightly. Slowly, Tim moved forward, tenderly guiding his throbbingly alive penis into the small pink mouth of her pussy, stretching the hymen gently as lie did so. The soft inner flesh of Beth's full white thighs jerked spasmodically as he pressed forward, inserting more and more of his love-thickened rod of flesh into the tiny cuntal opening, stretching the resistant tissue of her virginity tauter and tighter to the point of splitting.
"Aaaaaahhhh," she cried softly as, with a final thrust he penetrated past the tender membrane of her maidenhead, sending a thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure surging through her adolescent loins, "OOOOHHHH!"
Tim shuddered momentarily as he realized that he was now inside his fifteen year old daughter's vagina, but he could tell by the rapturous expression on her face that she loved it. Pressing forward lovingly, his blood-swollen cock slipped tightly up into her wet and narrow passage, finally filling her belly totally for the first time in her life.
"That feels so good," she groaned in encouragement, "soo gooood!"
Her lust-provoking words sent whirlpools of sensual heat surging through her father's madly aroused body, and he began to fuck her slowly, sliding his thick cock-shaft incestuously in and out of her eagerly clasping vagina, driving his passion-stiffened penis far up into his beautiful blonde daughter's writhing loins, then retreating, driving in again each time with a slow easy rhythm, while the pressure in his semen-bloated testicles began to send aching messages of urgent need through his hard, muscular body.
Beth wriggled happily beneath her father's steadily mounting strokes, and she became consumed with thrills of delight that were far better than anything she had experienced before in her young life. Her very own father was filling her warm pussy, and she gasped in rapture as his thickly swollen penis made her hot little vagina quiver with blissful heat. In that moment all the agony and shame of the last few days vanished as if by magic, for nothing could compare with the glorious feelings she now experienced. She cried out with happiness as her handsome parent began to stroke into her with increasing fervor, driving his heavy cock far up into the excitedly pulsing walls of her now-deflowered pussy. Beth thrilled as his sperm-bloated balls slapped against the smooth flesh high up inside her thighs, and she writhed her young body with excitement as he plunged forward into her wet young pussy again and again.
'This is wonderful!" she moaned in ecstasy. "This is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me!"
Her words made Tim groan with happiness. It was working! He was fucking his own daughter, In that moment, it seemed, they shared between them a depth of rapture that they knew would be unsurpassable. They had reached union, a union that was not some shameful little sex episode, but one that had been called forth by the deepest needs in the psyche of man. Out of the depths of their heartache and despair, Beth and her father had swung upwards, borne aloft by the sincerity and truth of their need, into a brave new world of love and affection.
After what seemed like an eternity of golden bliss, the supreme moment began to ebb away, and a few moments later father and daughter lay lovingly entwined in each other's arms, breathing softly, scarcely willing to say a word to interrupt the magical spell that surrounded them. Tim knew now, in his heart of hearts, that it was all going to be good now. He could hear, in the distance, the muffled voices of Rose and Jose talking in another part of the house. It was with a jolt of surprise that he realized that he no longer felt contempt or even anger for them now. He only pitied them. For they could never know the sweet rapture that he and Beth had found. Rose had done her best to ruin both his life and Beth's, but despite the success of her plan, Tim knew that ultimately she had failed, failed miserably, for he felt stronger than ever, and filled with hope and happiness. He turned languidly and gazed fondly at the radiant face of his beautiful blonde daughter.
"Oh Beth," he said softly, "I love you so much
"I love you too. Daddy," she whispered back warmly.
"We've got to start all over again now, you know. It won't be easy."
"I know." His fifteen year old daughter looked pensive for a moment, then embraced her father tenderly. "But it'll be okay as long as we have each other."
Tim kissed her softly on the lips, and their eyes met, exchanging, in that moment, deeply felt messages of love and trust.
"Come on, sweetheart," he said, brushing a soft lock of blonde hair from her smooth forehead, "I think it's time to go home."
